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Who: Grainne, Dr. Visscher, and anyone that wants to taste Grainne's cooking
What: Breakfast!
When: Month 12, Day 18
Where: Resort's dining area
Notes & Warnings: The food may either be a bit bland or over spiced.

Grainne had practiced vegetarian meals for a few days now, and even had a guinea pig on occasion. She thought the food she prepared smelled tasty so far, but as she set the table she glanced at all the prepared dishes and frowned once or twice.

It'd been years since she started trying to improve her cooking, and some days it felt impossible. She only hoped Dr. Visscher would be honest about her efforts. Perhaps she might have improved then if her entire life then hadn't been wrapped in lies, even the kindly meant ones.

Standing back, she looked over the setting, making sure it looked like it was supposed, and tried to fight off the stab of pain that came with those thoughts. Why were they always not far from her mind, even now?

Forcing them away with a vicious mental rush, she swallowed, pulled on her shirt and tried to smile. She had made enough to feed an army, it seemed like. Today was going to be a good day, with good company, and maybe she would start something worthwhile. Shared breakfasts had always been useful for a small community, a good time to bond and interact.

Maybe even someday, she could invite Inev for breakfast, too.

Cheered up somewhat, Grainne went about the last finishing touches.

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Wander, as usual, woke up early that morning to get ready for work. After filling Nikolina's food bowl for the morning and putting on his hotel uniform, he headed downstairs for breakfast.

Grainne was still finishing her cooking when he walked in, wearing a vest and his large hat replaced by a small concierge's one. "G'mornin', Grainne. You been working on all this?" He asks in amazement.

She nodded, placing a fork down. "I did. I invited Dr. Visscher to breakfast and I made too much. Are you working already?" The concierge hat surprised her a bit, but then she didn't know what his working hours were. "If you'd like some, go ahead."

"Not yet, but I did come here for some breakfast," he said as he came closer to the food.

"You sure? If it's not too much trouble, I can help you finish cookin' first."

"Thank you, but I am nearly finished. Besides, it would not be fair to say I made it by myself if you did." She smiled, shaking her head and put on her best hostess manners. "I have always had trouble cooking; this is to test myself and see if I finally made progress. Please, sit if you are hungry. Everything is vegetarian."

"Oh. Well then, I'll be sure to give your food five stars." He takes a plate and heads over to a table, dragging a high chair with him. He carefully climbs up, sets the plate, and sits down, swinging his legs expectantly.

"So what are you makin'?"

"Tofu sausage... omelets with mushrooms and cheese." Cooking with tofu was extremely weird to her, since her research turned it up as the most popular meat replacement. "Biscuits... something called waffles, and wild greens with berries."

Oh, oh. All of that sounds so good, Wander's getting hungrier by the second. He's especially looking forward to the omelet and biscuits.

"Ya never had waffles?" he asks in disbelief. "But they're so good! Where'dya learn to make 'em?"

"They hadn't been invented when I grew up. I learned from a book here." Grainne couldn't help a smile as she brought over some of the finished food and set it in front of him to help himself. "I read a lot of books on how to make breakfasts."

Wander thanks her when she brings the food and goes right to scarfing it down. He's famished, and he doesn't always have the opportunity to eat a huge meal like this.

"Dish-" he manages to get out while chewing, "dish ish delicious!" He takes a moment to swallow and properly speak. "This here is good! Is this your first time cookin' it?"

"Oh no, I practiced on Kay." The praise lent a blush to her face, moreso because she knew Wander would have no reason to lie tucking into the food like that. "Is it truly delicious? I have struggled with cooking in the past..."

Wander learned to appreciate free meals like this from years of travelling on a small budget. Even if the cooking was mediocre, it was not terrible, and so it was worth eating.

"How so? Cookin's not so hard once you get the hang of it." He wipes the sauce off his mouth with a napkin. "Did Kay like it?"

"We did not have ovens or stove tops, so I burned things or undercooked them." And she thought on his question, at how to best answer that. "Kay was honest with his opinion. It was very helpful, and I fixed most of my mistakes. I think..."

Sadly Visscher was used to being polite, except when people needed a firm hand in medicine. He was non confrontational so she would probably not get the entire truth, but he was hungry and as grim as it was for him to admit he was eating for two.

He showed up at the resort's dining area, checking the buttons at his wrist to make sure they were done up. He was dressed as formally as ever, and he had a seat across from her. "Sorry for the wait." He said, even though he wasn't even really late.

Grainne cheered up and shook her head. "I just finished setting the table. I hope the food is all right, it was quite the challenge cooking vegetarian. Please take as much as you like. Would you like a drink to start with?"

"I would love a drink to start with." He settled down, and raised one brow (it would have been both, but the other couldn't, of course).

"When people get used to cooking one way, it's difficult to learn another. I reached a point where I didn't want to cause anything pain anymore."

There was a pitcher full of something warm and apple-smelling near by, and Grainne selected it before pouring him a cup of what could only be described as the most delicious apple cider.

Cooking was one thing she never perfected, but apple cider? That was a potion, no doubt about it, and a traditional drink still loved by the modern world.

"Here, I hope you like this. The recipe passed down from my mother and grandmother. I heard my grandmother say it was a favorite of..." Her enthusiastic telling of the history of the recipe suddenly flopped, as she realized he would probably not recognize any of the people or names. More tempered, she continued. "Of a great druid a long time ago."

The start might be a false lead, or a good one, but he was obviously enjoying it. If anything it would be good to wash down anything that didn't taste too good. His standards weren't high, either. He would eat most alien foods that adhered to his diet, and so long as he got the nutrition he needed he would muscle through flavors he didn't like.

"Who was the druid?" He asked, immediately able to tell she wanted to continue the story. He knew what it was like to cut a story short mid-sentence.

Serving up some food, she hesitated in her next action with a salt shaker in hand, and a faint smile appeared on her face. Renewed, she finished the plate and set it in front of him. "Cathbad, the druid who advised Conchobar and Cu Chulainn in the tales. It is just a story and stories have a way of changing over time, but my grandmother's father was a well respected druid in his own right and I think it is his friends amongst the druid class that taught my grandmother."

"Why was he so well respected?"

Visscher suspected there was a much bigger story to it, but he always tended to do that. He wanted to believe every person was capable of grand things, even if they were sometimes forgotten by history books.

It seemed as though Grainne had committed it to heart.

Grainne thought on that a moment, settling down into her own seat. "I suppose it is because he practiced a rare form of magic and was incredibly skilled with it. In stories passed down he is mistaken for either a druid or a smith, with many versions insisting on only one. In truth he was both, and worked his magic through the metal. I heard it that he may have come to the druid work late and had already been a blacksmith and a warrior, but his studies progressed quickly. I do not think he did anything particularly noteworthy aside from ensuring my father was born to fulfill a prophecy, though. Or at least, none of his deeds made it into tales aside from that. I did not know him personally as he died a long time before I was born."

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Sorry for taking so long. I took a brain break for the weekend.

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I'm so sorry for all the slow. I was trying to keep up on another plot.

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