Post by Ebony on Jan 5, 2013 16:34:17 GMT
Sylvia almost felt like laughing at Ashti's words. "Of course it's legal! I am a cook here... well, a waiter too... but technically I could make about anything and call it the day's special." She smiled, a faint smile that usually doesn't come from her, but being around a gentlecolt and a more timid stallion, she tried to stay on her best behavior... not that that was going to stop her from being herself.
Once Sandburst finished his talking, her eyes narrowed slightly in determination, but also annoyance. It wasn't of the question, not whatsoever, but that she was a bit tired of not yet becoming a true chef, working at one of those 5-star restraunts higher north in Canterlot. In truth, she wouldn't stop trying to get better and better and higher in rank until she was the Princesses own personal cook.
"Well, I'm trying to be, but most employers think I'm too young..." She waved her hair about slightly and batted her eyelashes in a jokingly way, though it did make her appear even more pretty doing so. "Or that I'd be distraction to all the other chefs, most of them being stallions."[/color] She wasn't afraid to say it. She hoped that these types of ponies would actually understand how exasperating it is to be pretty. She didn't like even calling herself pretty, it seemed like an unwanted boast... not that it sometimes came to her advantage. It did, but everyone had their born strengths, and their talent ones.
Sylvia almost felt bad for even asking when Dread Lock began to speak. She couldn't tell if he was shy, full, or just plain didn't want to be here. She wouldn't ask, though. It would just make him talk more, and it didn't seem like one of his favorite things to do. "So... I'll be back real soon, okay?"
She trotted over back into the cafe. On her way, she spied another customer, a mare. It seemed that one of the waiters had finally come in for work so she wouldn't have to depend upon herself and that lazy clerk. Once inside, she spotted said clerk. The pony looked away from her book and smirked at her, wiggling her eyebrows, as if she was trying to ask what she had been doing outside, or, more importantly, if she was finally finding some romance. Sylvia just glared, walking into the kitchen. After humming to herself, she grabbed a couple herbs, a few spices, a bag of flour, a bag of flowers, a pan, butter, and olive oil. They had come out with olive oil recently, and it worked wonders. Lighting the stove, she poured a small dose into the pan after it heating up. Then, adding a slice of now melted utter, she sprinkled a small amount of flour, and after a few moments, shaking a few herbs in to add a bit of flavor, the sweet but zesty kind, she delicately layered the flowers into the pan. After cooking it for a few moments, she cut of a small part. She tasted it, the rest still sizzling in the pan, and she knew there was something slightly off. An idea in mind, she raced to the back cupboard, grabbing a few clovers and a couple rose-petals.
She slowly dropped the petals into the pan, and then covered it with more flour. The mare quickly shook it out of the pan and onto two plates, making sure each had about the same amount, before adding the finishing touches: A sprinkle of one her favorite spices that went with about anything, a drizzle of sauce, and three clovers. She smiled, a red glow over each plate while she brought them outside with her levitation, giving no notice to the clerk. After carefully putting them on the table, Sylvia smiled. It was a perfect crispy golden, a few shades of the flowers coming through.
"Done! Did you guys miss me?"
(OOC: You guys can skip the middle part if it gets boring, sorry. Btw, it's supposed to be like a fish fillet, but with flowers, them being ponies and all.)
Once Sandburst finished his talking, her eyes narrowed slightly in determination, but also annoyance. It wasn't of the question, not whatsoever, but that she was a bit tired of not yet becoming a true chef, working at one of those 5-star restraunts higher north in Canterlot. In truth, she wouldn't stop trying to get better and better and higher in rank until she was the Princesses own personal cook.
"Well, I'm trying to be, but most employers think I'm too young..." She waved her hair about slightly and batted her eyelashes in a jokingly way, though it did make her appear even more pretty doing so. "Or that I'd be distraction to all the other chefs, most of them being stallions."[/color] She wasn't afraid to say it. She hoped that these types of ponies would actually understand how exasperating it is to be pretty. She didn't like even calling herself pretty, it seemed like an unwanted boast... not that it sometimes came to her advantage. It did, but everyone had their born strengths, and their talent ones.
Sylvia almost felt bad for even asking when Dread Lock began to speak. She couldn't tell if he was shy, full, or just plain didn't want to be here. She wouldn't ask, though. It would just make him talk more, and it didn't seem like one of his favorite things to do. "So... I'll be back real soon, okay?"
She trotted over back into the cafe. On her way, she spied another customer, a mare. It seemed that one of the waiters had finally come in for work so she wouldn't have to depend upon herself and that lazy clerk. Once inside, she spotted said clerk. The pony looked away from her book and smirked at her, wiggling her eyebrows, as if she was trying to ask what she had been doing outside, or, more importantly, if she was finally finding some romance. Sylvia just glared, walking into the kitchen. After humming to herself, she grabbed a couple herbs, a few spices, a bag of flour, a bag of flowers, a pan, butter, and olive oil. They had come out with olive oil recently, and it worked wonders. Lighting the stove, she poured a small dose into the pan after it heating up. Then, adding a slice of now melted utter, she sprinkled a small amount of flour, and after a few moments, shaking a few herbs in to add a bit of flavor, the sweet but zesty kind, she delicately layered the flowers into the pan. After cooking it for a few moments, she cut of a small part. She tasted it, the rest still sizzling in the pan, and she knew there was something slightly off. An idea in mind, she raced to the back cupboard, grabbing a few clovers and a couple rose-petals.
She slowly dropped the petals into the pan, and then covered it with more flour. The mare quickly shook it out of the pan and onto two plates, making sure each had about the same amount, before adding the finishing touches: A sprinkle of one her favorite spices that went with about anything, a drizzle of sauce, and three clovers. She smiled, a red glow over each plate while she brought them outside with her levitation, giving no notice to the clerk. After carefully putting them on the table, Sylvia smiled. It was a perfect crispy golden, a few shades of the flowers coming through.
"Done! Did you guys miss me?"
(OOC: You guys can skip the middle part if it gets boring, sorry. Btw, it's supposed to be like a fish fillet, but with flowers, them being ponies and all.)