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Gorlim is curled up at one end of the couch in front of the fire, face almost hidden inside a furry cloak wrapped around him.

Come wake him up. Or sleep on him. He probably makes a good pillow.

[ooc: Slowtiming at random intervals until later today, but look! Mun's back from the world of theatrical oblivion!]

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"All right. Tomatoes can easily be done without. So -- meat. Lamb, venison, poultry, fish? Stew or steak or what? You'll have to teach me about elegance, I think. Food is food. I never much thought what it looked like so long as it tasted all right."

"Steak?"

Mmmm.

"He likes that. Any interesting spices I need?"

"Here, let me write it for you. I'll forget something if I don't see it written out." He doesn't doubt Random's ability to remember anything he's told, but his own mind is questionable at the best of times.

Gorlim takes out a pencil and some folded paper from his pocket and scribbles a list as he talks. "Right... mushrooms, if you like those. Onions. Salt, of course. Pepper. Flour. I don't suppose I could ask you for a preference of spices? Well, then, oregano is always nice. Rosemary. Butter. That's for the meat. D'you want anything with it?"

"Potatoes. And some sort of vegetable?"

He's already looking forwards to this.

"Potatoes!" He grins. "Those are in a category of their own. Especially frenchfries, though I'm afraid I don't know how to make those. But what else I can do for you -- sliced up, maybe cheese sauce?" He adds to his list potatoes, cheese, cream, parsley. "As for vegetables... leafy stuff or not?"

"Um?"

He concentrates.

"Salad? Greek? Maybe?"

He frowns.

"Dunno."

"Er." He looks at his list thoughtfully. "I don't know what greek is. Salad I can do. Or cooked vegetables. Cucumber salad's really good?" he suggests. "Need some dill for that, and oil and vinegar."

"Cucumber salad's definitely good. Dill, oil, vinegar, and presumeably cucumber, yeah?"

Gorlim laughs and adds cucumber to his list. "That'd help. See why I need to write these things down? Bloody brainless sometimes, I am." He reads over his list, scribbling down here and there specifications for how much they'd need. "Right, this should be fine for the two of you. I presume you can figure out what you'll want to drink with it? I never learned any of this nonsense about picking wines and whatnot. We didn't have much variety in that department."

"Ramon can do it."

He stretches, and stands.

"Gnight love. I'm gonna be off. See you tomorrow?"

He nods, handing Random the list.

"Yes, Random. I'll be here when you need me."

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