Gabriel Sionoma
Sheriff of Sulon
Katarn Homestead, Kitchen
Evening
"45 credits for a heart..." He muttered to himself, padding slowly through the kitchen. He had spent the night prior in preparation. A heart can't be simply cooked, it demands preparation and a steady hand, a pinch of patience. Inspected by the butcher, valves cleaned of the silver slivers and connective tissues, relentlessly cleaned of the blood. He washed the board over and over again, the threat of bacteria and cross contamination ever looming. Glass contained, filled with water and vinegar, he let it sit for 24 hours to pull out some of the bitter. Every heart has a touch of it.
Pulling the organ from the container, he soaked the muscle in another bowl of water, freeing it of the residual vinegar taste. Placing it on the board, he sighed as he heard the clank clank of steps against the newly installed sandstone tile. "What have I told you about walking in the kitchen?"
"Oh, quite sorry sir. I thought you meant the other kitchen."
"What other kitchen?"
"You know the one, sir. Don't play coy."
He smacked the flat of the chef knife against the board, flinging water. "I swear, if you crack a single piece of tile, you are re-installing it!"
"Oh?" The droid peered over Gabe's shoulder. "I hadn't realized you purchased those masonry upgrades for me. How thoughtful."
They hadn't purchased any upgrades. By Ashla, if he could find a proper purchaser for this thing, he'd sell it off without a second thought. Well, he would have a second thought, in the form of Ava's voice and her appreciation of having the help around the house. The droid continued to look over Gabe's shoulder.
"Can I help you, Dick?"
"Well, I have heard the Kiffar love their meat running off the plate. You do plan to cook that properly, yes?"
He exhaled, chopping onions and garlic. "Go bother Ava please."
"Oh yes, that will help with the twins with their sleeping. I will get right on that, sir."
The click clack of passive aggressive foot steps, Gabriel shook his head and laughed quietly. [member="Avalore Eden"] was probably sleeping, hopefully the protocol droid wasn't taking the suggestion seriously. It was hard to tell, in truth. But without the hushed cries of Destin and Armaud, Gabriel appreciated his time for self prescribed therapy. A sharpened knife finished the chopping, deft hands, still feeling the phantom ache of a dislocated shoulder, jammed the valves with the vegetables. Dousing it with oil and salt and seasoning, he wrapped it length wise with twine before inching tied twin along the shape. To create the shape of the heart once more.
He smiled, happy with the results, as he laid it on a bed of cabbage and carrots, before pre-heating the oven. Cleaning his hands under the faucet, he looked out into the darkness of the moon, spotting his own reflection against the glass.
Evening
"45 credits for a heart..." He muttered to himself, padding slowly through the kitchen. He had spent the night prior in preparation. A heart can't be simply cooked, it demands preparation and a steady hand, a pinch of patience. Inspected by the butcher, valves cleaned of the silver slivers and connective tissues, relentlessly cleaned of the blood. He washed the board over and over again, the threat of bacteria and cross contamination ever looming. Glass contained, filled with water and vinegar, he let it sit for 24 hours to pull out some of the bitter. Every heart has a touch of it.
Pulling the organ from the container, he soaked the muscle in another bowl of water, freeing it of the residual vinegar taste. Placing it on the board, he sighed as he heard the clank clank of steps against the newly installed sandstone tile. "What have I told you about walking in the kitchen?"
"Oh, quite sorry sir. I thought you meant the other kitchen."
"What other kitchen?"
"You know the one, sir. Don't play coy."
He smacked the flat of the chef knife against the board, flinging water. "I swear, if you crack a single piece of tile, you are re-installing it!"
"Oh?" The droid peered over Gabe's shoulder. "I hadn't realized you purchased those masonry upgrades for me. How thoughtful."
They hadn't purchased any upgrades. By Ashla, if he could find a proper purchaser for this thing, he'd sell it off without a second thought. Well, he would have a second thought, in the form of Ava's voice and her appreciation of having the help around the house. The droid continued to look over Gabe's shoulder.
"Can I help you, Dick?"
"Well, I have heard the Kiffar love their meat running off the plate. You do plan to cook that properly, yes?"
He exhaled, chopping onions and garlic. "Go bother Ava please."
"Oh yes, that will help with the twins with their sleeping. I will get right on that, sir."
The click clack of passive aggressive foot steps, Gabriel shook his head and laughed quietly. [member="Avalore Eden"] was probably sleeping, hopefully the protocol droid wasn't taking the suggestion seriously. It was hard to tell, in truth. But without the hushed cries of Destin and Armaud, Gabriel appreciated his time for self prescribed therapy. A sharpened knife finished the chopping, deft hands, still feeling the phantom ache of a dislocated shoulder, jammed the valves with the vegetables. Dousing it with oil and salt and seasoning, he wrapped it length wise with twine before inching tied twin along the shape. To create the shape of the heart once more.
He smiled, happy with the results, as he laid it on a bed of cabbage and carrots, before pre-heating the oven. Cleaning his hands under the faucet, he looked out into the darkness of the moon, spotting his own reflection against the glass.
[member="Chevu Visz"]