Unexpectedly vegetarian barbecue -- outside

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart reads books about everything that interests him, and he is interested in almost anything. And in MIlliways, you get books from everywhere about anything, even the few things Urquhart finds boring. This is the the candy-land of knowledge that the medieval Scottish murderer always longed for and dreamed of, in his long peregrinations. You don't get what you deserve, you merely get what you get -- and while many people that knew Urquhart briefly before their death would certainly agree he deserved to burn in hell, instead he got this.

There is a small fire burning right now -- in the round medium-sized barbecue which Urquhart has fired up outside, just beyond the kitchen garden. One of the things Urquhart is interested in is food, drink, baking, and cooking; and in one cook-book about the Mediterranean sea, Urquhart read about a kind of cheese you can fry or grill, from Cyprus. Which of course he had to try.

So, Urquhart has several pieces of halloumi, glazed with olive oil and spiked with twigs of rosemary, gently sizzling on the barbecue beside some slices of eggplant; he has a bowl of salad, a baguette or two, and a large bottle of crisp white wine from Greece.

He's sitting out in the sun, content and peaceful, with his dog by his feet  and a glass in his hand. If you happen to walk by, Urquhart will be sure to offer you some food and a glass of wine, too.

And the dog is most likely to wag his tail in friendly welcome.

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[olive_and_clove]

The herbs are aromatic and remind Palamedes of his childhood, how could he resist investigating? He approaches and sees one who might be from his own time and so keeps his hands away from his sword as a sign of peace.

"Good day," he calls when he is close enough to be heard without shouting.

[OOC-Slows until tomorrow?]

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart had had his eyes closed, enjoying the sunlight on his face and the smell of the herbs and the fire; but of course he'd noticed the man's step approaching.

He turns his head, sits straight, opens his eyes and gives the stranger a pleasant-enough smile.

"Good afternoon," he says. "Want some wine?"

The dog gets up and approaches Palamedes, tail wagging and brown-spotted face all curious.

[olive_and_clove]

"Is it Greek?" Palamedes asks while crouching down to offer his hand for the dog. He also examines the dog critically for one may often tell much of a man's character by how he keeps his animals.

[scots_wolf]

The dog is very relaxed and friendly, positively cheerful while not worryingly boisterous.

"It is Greek indeed," Urquhart says. "How did you guess?"

[sky_child]

In a surprising turn of events, a certain Skyloftian youth is drawn to the scent of strange food. Or maybe it's the dog that he's wandered over for. Honestly, he's asked enough questions about people's food and culture that he can't justify using the dog as an excuse anymore.

But he's still going to approach the dog, because if Links have anything in common beyond the Spirit of the Hero, it's a deep and abiding love for cute fluffy animals.

[scots_wolf]

The dog gets up from where he'd been lying by his master's feet, and wanders over towards Link.

[sky_child]

Look at that dog's cute head, just begging to be petted. Link, how can you stay your hand at such a sight? Oh that's right, he's not. He's meeting the dog halfway, and crouching when they do meet, extending a hand.

Let Link love you, doggie.

[scots_wolf]

The dog is very ready for just that.-

"His name is Franz," Urquhart says, looking up from where he seemed to be dozing.

[sky_child]

"Franz? Hi, Franz. I'm Link."

He says as he continues to pet the dog and not look at the person who told Link the dog's name because dogs can totally talk!

Which is true, for a Link. Just not this one.

[scots_wolf]

Franz wags his tail and looks up at Link with big friendly brown eyes.

[smallgayjew]

David is out enjoying the day. It's been so dull and grey in Oxford lately, that he quite likes coming to Milliways. (Not that he doesn't always.)

"That smells wonderful," he says, approaching the two of them with a smile.

[scots_wolf]

"Want some wine?" Urquhart offers. "It'll be a while until the halloumi is done."

[smallgayjew]

"I would love some wine," David says, moving to join him and Franz on the floor and reaching to scratch behind Franz's ears.

"And what, exactly, is halloumi?"

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pours him a glass and hands it over. "Cheese from Cyprus," he says. "You can grill it like meat or fish because it's got this high melting point. So I'm trying it."

You have to try everything once, after all.

[smallgayjew]

"Cheese from Cyprus?" He laughs, delighted, as he takes the wine. "The whole universe here, and somehow cheese from Cyprus still manages to be exotic."

[scots_wolf]

"It smells promising, though," Urquhart says. "And why not cheese from Cyprus? Be glad it isn't haggis."

[smallgayjew]

"I am always glad that whatever I'm eating is not haggis," David says with another laugh.

[scots_wolf]

"You might want some bread and salad first," Urquhart says, chuckling. "Which is also Not Haggis."

[smallgayjew]

"Even better," David says. "What've you been up to besides sampling cheeses?"

[scots_wolf]

"Gardening," Urquhart says. "There wasn't a garden here, basically, after the Allpocalypse, so Dinah had lots of things to do for her general dogsbody volunteer."

[smallgayjew]

"You're a gardener now?" The thought makes him laugh a bit.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart grins. "I am big, strong, and willing," Urquhart says. "I can't eat, drink, read books, walk the dog, and have sex all the time, can I?"

[smallgayjew]

"Can't you? I rather liked the idea that that was what your afterlife was like."

[scots_wolf]

"Well, I like variation," Urquhart says. "Hard work is good for the physique, too. I'm not going to do what these people from your time do and visit some place dedicated solely to lifting weights and pulling levers. That is plain silly."

[smallgayjew]

David considers him thoughtfully for a moment. "No, I can't quite picture you in a gym."