Herbs

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

The official Herb Procurer for Milliways kitchens is on duty. Gaspode has spent quite some time on this, as he was hoping for Asar-Suti to explain the herbs to him. Finally, he has given up on the purple god to show up and has ventured collecting on his own. He has taken advantage of his nose, which is not what it was but has still served him well- less of the stronger smelling ones, more of the weaker. He can even tell which herb belongs into which food- provided he has ever tried the food. And he has taken care of not decimating Asar-Suti's stocks to much, of course. So, he's now entering the bar with a basket full of fragrant herbs, heading for the kitchens.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil, moving about his duties, carefully avoids the table where the new and improved Gaspode is chatting so happily to Asar-Suti.

But when they part Gil trots across and smiles. "Hey, what a lovely basket full!"

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"Hallo Gil." He blushes. "Well, it wasn't so lovely before Asar-Suti helped me. I didn't get enough parsley and peppermint and you prbably wouldn't have liked the nettles and the brambles." A self-ironic smile splits his blushed face.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Ooh brambles? Did you hurt your hands?" Gil asks. "But nettles can be used to make a very good soup, high in vitamin C."

He gently touches the rest of the herbs in the basket and nods. "Very nice, just what we need. Um - could do with some lovage though."

He smiles. "Would you like me to show you what's what out there?"

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"No, thanks, my hands are all right." He won't tell Gil that a lot of the horny skin of paws has remained. As sensible as ever, but not easily hurt.

"Well, I was out there with Asar-Suti", Gaspode replies. "But he only showed me the herbs and couldn't tell how much you'd need of each. He seemed quite reluctant to make any decisions for you." Gaspode looks thoughtful, remembering. "And he didn't mention lovage. We must have missed that one."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Oh it's a big plant," Gil says, "and it smells meaty and a bit horsy. We use it in soups and stews when we don't want to put meat in them. It's planted behind the peppermint, with dark green frilly leaves."

He smiles. "Sooty is very sensible. We use different amounts of everything every day. Tell you what, shall I leave a list out for you?"

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"That would be great. I think I remember most of the names by now." A thought crosses his mind. "And I could ask bar for a book!" Why hasn't he thought of that before? Well, probably because he has been able to turn pages for only twelve days...

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Come to that we have some books in the kitchen," Gil says, "but the Bar will give you exactly what we need. She's good like that."

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I already noticed. Not even my mother was this considerate. She was quite a bitch, to be exact." His eyes are sparkling but don't really give away if he is joking.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil looks at him then giggles. "I never had a mother - I just had a nanny," he says, shaking his horns. "Come on," he puts an arm around Gaspode's shoulders, "let's go and ask her now, eh?"

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

Gaspode is a little surprised by the arm around his shoulders. People seem a lot less reluctant to touch him since he's not a smells little dog any more. That's nice. Quietly smiling he let's himself be led away.

[OOC: Sadly, Mun is terribly tired and has to go to bed. CU]

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

[ooc: thanks for the play. see you soon]