[PM to Join] The Rose and the Liaison
Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2020 4:09 pm
20th of Vortas, 2719
Penelope could be seen placing the final touches on an order, placing the garnishes just so on a plate. Today she was supposed to be serving, but she wanted the order to be presentable, even if it wasn’t for herself to enjoy. Every meal was a gift, allowing her to keep cultivating her passions and allowing her to grow despite her servitude. A ladle teasingly dipped between a mound of mashed potatoes, a steak perfectly seared was placed next to a bed of vegetables. Finally, a slice of cake, a decadent cheesecake with a berry glaze was bordered by mint. This meal was supposed to be special, for one of the liasons, and Penelope never wanted to say that she didn’t try her best when they were around. An important person for the school. An opportunity to shine.
Although, she had certainly heard rumors about this person. Vivian Rush. A woman notorious in rumors just as she was fair in looks. Penelope had heard rumors of surrounding the liasion, how she was cruel, which explained exactly why all the other passives steered clear of delivering the dish. A frown graced her lips as she looked at the display, noticing that it was missing a drink. Did the galdor already get her drink? Deciding, it was best to not worry about such things until she served the order, she added a sprig of herbs to the vegetables for luck before moving on to the next task. "I hope she likes it. No one else wanted to make this dish. However, someone had to make it. Might as well be me."
Placing each dish on the tray, Penelope closed her eyes as the sous chef barked instructions to the other passives. Yes, she could do this. Even if no one else was willing, she knew that she could. Every dish was a piece of art, one that she was very proud of. From the perfectly seared steak, to the natural texture of mashed potatoes, and even the freshly roasted fall vegetables. The dessert, a slice of cheesecake, something she had been practicing for quite some time, had turned out to be a success. If food couldn't soothe the wrath of a galdor, nothing could. And Penelope was confident that this dish could.
Green eyes opened, their depths hopeful as she glanced upon the silver platter, inspecting each dish with approval. Finally, she went through the swinging door, escaping one noisy room to another, the cafeteria where the galdori awaited their meals. Putting on an easy smile, one that would hide her unease that still lingered despite her fifteen years of servitude, the blonde finally approached the table, balancing the tray just so to assemble each waiting dish on the cloth-covered spread. "Your order, my lady." Each dish was adjusted just so, first the entree and sides, then finally the dessert. “One perfectly seared steak, a side of vegetables and potatoes fresh from the garden, and our freshly prepared cheesecake."
Bowing her head as she moved back, she gave the red-head a small smile. "Are you in any need of anything else?"
Although, she had certainly heard rumors about this person. Vivian Rush. A woman notorious in rumors just as she was fair in looks. Penelope had heard rumors of surrounding the liasion, how she was cruel, which explained exactly why all the other passives steered clear of delivering the dish. A frown graced her lips as she looked at the display, noticing that it was missing a drink. Did the galdor already get her drink? Deciding, it was best to not worry about such things until she served the order, she added a sprig of herbs to the vegetables for luck before moving on to the next task. "I hope she likes it. No one else wanted to make this dish. However, someone had to make it. Might as well be me."
Placing each dish on the tray, Penelope closed her eyes as the sous chef barked instructions to the other passives. Yes, she could do this. Even if no one else was willing, she knew that she could. Every dish was a piece of art, one that she was very proud of. From the perfectly seared steak, to the natural texture of mashed potatoes, and even the freshly roasted fall vegetables. The dessert, a slice of cheesecake, something she had been practicing for quite some time, had turned out to be a success. If food couldn't soothe the wrath of a galdor, nothing could. And Penelope was confident that this dish could.
Green eyes opened, their depths hopeful as she glanced upon the silver platter, inspecting each dish with approval. Finally, she went through the swinging door, escaping one noisy room to another, the cafeteria where the galdori awaited their meals. Putting on an easy smile, one that would hide her unease that still lingered despite her fifteen years of servitude, the blonde finally approached the table, balancing the tray just so to assemble each waiting dish on the cloth-covered spread. "Your order, my lady." Each dish was adjusted just so, first the entree and sides, then finally the dessert. “One perfectly seared steak, a side of vegetables and potatoes fresh from the garden, and our freshly prepared cheesecake."
Bowing her head as she moved back, she gave the red-head a small smile. "Are you in any need of anything else?"