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[an_honest_man]

 John Silver is a man who knows his way around a kitchen.  Even one that's gleaming with more steel than the entire British Navy's armory.  And this kitchen is a sea cook's dream.  The pantries are stocked to the ceiling, and there's cold storage with fresh meat and eggs and even cheese.

First off, he wants a joint.  Something that isn't pig or bird.  A proper beef joint, like a fine gentleman would have for his Sunday dinner.  And he's going to make it himself.  There's something disturbing about having rats handle his food.  They gave up trying to shoo him out of the kitchen when he waved his crutch at them, nearly taking one's head off.

'Go on!  Bleedin' vermin.  I run a fine establishment, and there are no rats in the larder!'  Well, at least not for long, anyway.  'Get out, or I'll find a cat to turn loose in here, and then you'll see what for!'

He'll have this place up to snuff in no time, given half a chance.

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[an_honest_man]

He leans back in his chair, watching her shoulders tense up a bit.

'Well, that's a shame. Suppose that means I'll have to bake you a cake, or -- a trifle, or something similar.'

He looks like he's puzzling through his options.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Careful," Rae smiles at him over her shoulder. "I'm a professional baker - I'm a tough judge of cakes."

Bewaaaaaare. ^_^

"How do you take your tea?"