Ashiya still was not comfortable in the guild uniform, even after nearly a week. Today, however was an off day, and happened to be the first day of a major Midian festival. He had spent days preparing for this, learning what his guildmates enjoyed eating. The Guild Masters were surprisingly easy. They would eat almost anything, and had a major sweet tooth.
He woke at two in the morning, bathed, meditated, and enjoyed some hot tea before leaving his room and locking the door. He had convinced to cooks to not only leave the kitchen unlocked, but to stock it with everything he would need to prepare for the feast.
He smiled and nodded to the night guards, who were well aware of what he had planned, and agreed to keep the secret until he was ready. As soon as he entered the kitchen he began cleaning, making it sparkling and spotless in under an hour.
He then began preparing his ingredients, stocks, and roasts. Using his coherent lightning, he was able to not only gracefully move between stations, but work multiple at once. As the morning sun peaked, he slipped a plate of hot tea and onigiri to the guards, due to the sheer torment of the delicious smells that had been assaulting them for hours.
He held off on making any of the cold foods and deserts untill it grew later, instead putting the handful of cooks who showed up to work smashing and pounding out mochi and preparing doughs and so on. His every movement was expert and precise.
The smells that escaped the kitchens, and even the building were overwhelmingly delightful. The usually stoic young man held his warm smile even when fully concentrated on his favorite passtime.
He woke at two in the morning, bathed, meditated, and enjoyed some hot tea before leaving his room and locking the door. He had convinced to cooks to not only leave the kitchen unlocked, but to stock it with everything he would need to prepare for the feast.
He smiled and nodded to the night guards, who were well aware of what he had planned, and agreed to keep the secret until he was ready. As soon as he entered the kitchen he began cleaning, making it sparkling and spotless in under an hour.
He then began preparing his ingredients, stocks, and roasts. Using his coherent lightning, he was able to not only gracefully move between stations, but work multiple at once. As the morning sun peaked, he slipped a plate of hot tea and onigiri to the guards, due to the sheer torment of the delicious smells that had been assaulting them for hours.
He held off on making any of the cold foods and deserts untill it grew later, instead putting the handful of cooks who showed up to work smashing and pounding out mochi and preparing doughs and so on. His every movement was expert and precise.
The smells that escaped the kitchens, and even the building were overwhelmingly delightful. The usually stoic young man held his warm smile even when fully concentrated on his favorite passtime.