Post by Fenrir on Dec 9, 2020 8:55:19 GMT -8
There was a thick scent in the air; it was impossible to ignore and it wafted everywhere in all directions. At the center of this cyclone of delicious aromatics was the massive wheeled Westernlands stylized "vehicle", the roving restaurant of the wolf. They had parked it; the tall and well muscled horned Veau had come to a halt, and once the brakes had been set and they all were assured that the thing wouldn't just roll away, the big boy walked around to the front entrance of the restaurant. He was covered in a coat of snow which rested atop the fur pelt he wore around his shoulders, just draped there, even if he didn't particularly need it. Much like Fenrir, the cold never appeared to bother the gentle giant.
"Alright, good job," The soft voice of Vanille carried up to the much taller Veau as the long haired and tatted up man stepped gingerly out down from the restaurant's lowered staircase and onto the snow covered earth. His feet sank in a good four inches into the snow and he yipped in surprise at his sudden drop and then he laughed. He was dressed in a long overcoat, it was a peacoat, it went down to his ankles, it had fluffy fur lining and large buttons. He had a scarf around his neck, earmuffs, and his hair was pulled back and tucked under a fluffy cap. His hands were stuffed into mittens. Unlike the other two, he felt the cold. He rather be inside, sitting by the crackling fire.
Still, the words of encouragement brought a bright grin to the giant's face which in turn caused a smile to cross Vanille's own face, "Good?"
"Great," The tatted man laughed, "You did great. Now, let's get this place all set up. I'll shovel some snow, and you can set up the outdoor eating space; the tables are over there in that compartment. I have the arbor they'll sit under in a capsule. I'll drop it over there, and then work on cleaning up all the snow under it. Once I do that, you set up the tables, ok?"
Veau looked at the spot that had been pointed out, it was near the restaurant but not too close. They wanted to make sure there was sufficient space for the arbor to sit. It was a beautiful structure, used for outdoor eating. It was lit with paper lanterns that gave off a nice Westernlands ambience for customers.
"We're here!" Fenrir leapt out of the restaurant from the top level, landing in the snow with a plop as he rolled around in the snow and then flailed his arms and legs and then leapt up as he stared at the snow angel he had created there, grinning wide.
"I would say to be careful but you bounce like a rubber ball," Vanille said with a bit of jest in his voice before getting to work on his task. First, was setting up the arbor; it was a rather large structure, it could hold at least half a dozen two seat tables underneath it. It had a very Westernlands inspired architectural style to it, from its wooden construction to its brackets holding up the beautiful roof. He threw the capsule out and poof it appeared, materialized into existence already constructed. "There we go." Once that was up, he grabbed up a snow shovel and got to work on removing all of the snow from underneath the wooden structure.
"You're right, we got work to do; come on, big boy, we can play later," Fenrir grinned as he tugged at Veau's well muscled arm, "Go grab the tables, I'll go check on the food."
Yes, that's what smelled so good. It was a feast that the wolf had been cooking whilst the restaurant moved along.
"Oh, don't worry, Veau; I'll bring you some!" The grinning wolf piped back over his shoulder as he made his way inside of the restaurant.
"After we set up the tables, let's throw up as many decorations on the outside as we can, alright?" Vanille grinned over to Veau who was getting the tables out from their compartments as well as the chairs that came along with the tables.
They were going to decorate the outside quite nicely; it had been designed by Fenrir and Vanille with some tips and advice gladly accepted from Juniper. Winter Solstice, that was the theme. The restaurant will look grand.
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The kitchen was just radiating warmth and that potent scent wafted out from it and much like a tidal wave it washed over the interior of the indoor restaurant dining area. There was not a single nook or cranny within the restaurant or outside of it that didn't smell of the food that was being cooked. Oh, such a feast he was making; Vanille would return soon to help him, but for now, he was doing pretty good on his own. Perhaps he should teach Veau to cook one day? He stood in front of the stove and thought it over. Maybe. The big guy did enjoy eating, so maybe he would enjoy cooking too.
There were cakes in the ovens; he had decided to make several of them. The ovens were quite large, and could each hold multiple cakes. There were other ovens being used; they were holding within them holiday hams, massive hams that were from wild pigs caught by Veau and some that Fenrir bought. There was a massive rotisserie which was filled with whole chickens spinning slowly within and cooking, having marinaded and given the chickens a nice rub of herbs and spices to make them as flavorful as possible.
But, the piece de resistance was the pies; Fenrir was making several of them. The one in front of him, which he was working on - he was going to make at least a dozen afterward of the same pie - was a Winter Berry pie. He was making the filling for it, gently folding it in a large bowl as he whistled jovially to himself. His favorite KISS THE COOK apron tied around his waist.
Once the filling was done, he poured it into the pie crust and then he gently and gingerly placed the upper crust on top and cut small slits for venting in a nice snowflake geometric pattern. Once that one was done, he would get to work on repeating the same with the other dozen crusts as he made them each one by one; the scent of the winter berries filling the kitchen now, and he knew it would be all the stronger when the pies were baking in their respective ovens.
"This is going to be good, I just know it."
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The eating area outside had been set up. The arbor had been draped in warmly glowing lights to go along with the beautifully ornate paper lanterns. The tables were draped, in turn, with disposable table cloths with a nice but simple red and green plaid pattern.
A seven foot tall Frasier had been set up in the center of the eating area, Vanille worked on setting that up, decorating it, whilst the much taller Veau worked on decorating the exterior of the roving restaurant, hanging up lights and yards of garland. Once the outside had been decorated, he looked to Vanille for instruction.
"Have fun. Build a snowman." Vanille grinned, seeing the excited expression grow on Veau's face before the gentle giant threw himself at the snow and began to grab massive handfuls of it to pack together, rolling it up into a ball and then rolling the ball of snow across the ground, packing more and more snow onto it as the ball grew, increasing in size over time.
Veau was jubilant, filled with determination, to make the largest snowman that he possibly could. While he did that, Vanille headed inside to help the wolf deity in the kitchen.
WC: 1,325
"Alright, good job," The soft voice of Vanille carried up to the much taller Veau as the long haired and tatted up man stepped gingerly out down from the restaurant's lowered staircase and onto the snow covered earth. His feet sank in a good four inches into the snow and he yipped in surprise at his sudden drop and then he laughed. He was dressed in a long overcoat, it was a peacoat, it went down to his ankles, it had fluffy fur lining and large buttons. He had a scarf around his neck, earmuffs, and his hair was pulled back and tucked under a fluffy cap. His hands were stuffed into mittens. Unlike the other two, he felt the cold. He rather be inside, sitting by the crackling fire.
Still, the words of encouragement brought a bright grin to the giant's face which in turn caused a smile to cross Vanille's own face, "Good?"
"Great," The tatted man laughed, "You did great. Now, let's get this place all set up. I'll shovel some snow, and you can set up the outdoor eating space; the tables are over there in that compartment. I have the arbor they'll sit under in a capsule. I'll drop it over there, and then work on cleaning up all the snow under it. Once I do that, you set up the tables, ok?"
Veau looked at the spot that had been pointed out, it was near the restaurant but not too close. They wanted to make sure there was sufficient space for the arbor to sit. It was a beautiful structure, used for outdoor eating. It was lit with paper lanterns that gave off a nice Westernlands ambience for customers.
"We're here!" Fenrir leapt out of the restaurant from the top level, landing in the snow with a plop as he rolled around in the snow and then flailed his arms and legs and then leapt up as he stared at the snow angel he had created there, grinning wide.
"I would say to be careful but you bounce like a rubber ball," Vanille said with a bit of jest in his voice before getting to work on his task. First, was setting up the arbor; it was a rather large structure, it could hold at least half a dozen two seat tables underneath it. It had a very Westernlands inspired architectural style to it, from its wooden construction to its brackets holding up the beautiful roof. He threw the capsule out and poof it appeared, materialized into existence already constructed. "There we go." Once that was up, he grabbed up a snow shovel and got to work on removing all of the snow from underneath the wooden structure.
"You're right, we got work to do; come on, big boy, we can play later," Fenrir grinned as he tugged at Veau's well muscled arm, "Go grab the tables, I'll go check on the food."
Yes, that's what smelled so good. It was a feast that the wolf had been cooking whilst the restaurant moved along.
"Oh, don't worry, Veau; I'll bring you some!" The grinning wolf piped back over his shoulder as he made his way inside of the restaurant.
"After we set up the tables, let's throw up as many decorations on the outside as we can, alright?" Vanille grinned over to Veau who was getting the tables out from their compartments as well as the chairs that came along with the tables.
They were going to decorate the outside quite nicely; it had been designed by Fenrir and Vanille with some tips and advice gladly accepted from Juniper. Winter Solstice, that was the theme. The restaurant will look grand.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The kitchen was just radiating warmth and that potent scent wafted out from it and much like a tidal wave it washed over the interior of the indoor restaurant dining area. There was not a single nook or cranny within the restaurant or outside of it that didn't smell of the food that was being cooked. Oh, such a feast he was making; Vanille would return soon to help him, but for now, he was doing pretty good on his own. Perhaps he should teach Veau to cook one day? He stood in front of the stove and thought it over. Maybe. The big guy did enjoy eating, so maybe he would enjoy cooking too.
There were cakes in the ovens; he had decided to make several of them. The ovens were quite large, and could each hold multiple cakes. There were other ovens being used; they were holding within them holiday hams, massive hams that were from wild pigs caught by Veau and some that Fenrir bought. There was a massive rotisserie which was filled with whole chickens spinning slowly within and cooking, having marinaded and given the chickens a nice rub of herbs and spices to make them as flavorful as possible.
But, the piece de resistance was the pies; Fenrir was making several of them. The one in front of him, which he was working on - he was going to make at least a dozen afterward of the same pie - was a Winter Berry pie. He was making the filling for it, gently folding it in a large bowl as he whistled jovially to himself. His favorite KISS THE COOK apron tied around his waist.
Once the filling was done, he poured it into the pie crust and then he gently and gingerly placed the upper crust on top and cut small slits for venting in a nice snowflake geometric pattern. Once that one was done, he would get to work on repeating the same with the other dozen crusts as he made them each one by one; the scent of the winter berries filling the kitchen now, and he knew it would be all the stronger when the pies were baking in their respective ovens.
"This is going to be good, I just know it."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The eating area outside had been set up. The arbor had been draped in warmly glowing lights to go along with the beautifully ornate paper lanterns. The tables were draped, in turn, with disposable table cloths with a nice but simple red and green plaid pattern.
A seven foot tall Frasier had been set up in the center of the eating area, Vanille worked on setting that up, decorating it, whilst the much taller Veau worked on decorating the exterior of the roving restaurant, hanging up lights and yards of garland. Once the outside had been decorated, he looked to Vanille for instruction.
"Have fun. Build a snowman." Vanille grinned, seeing the excited expression grow on Veau's face before the gentle giant threw himself at the snow and began to grab massive handfuls of it to pack together, rolling it up into a ball and then rolling the ball of snow across the ground, packing more and more snow onto it as the ball grew, increasing in size over time.
Veau was jubilant, filled with determination, to make the largest snowman that he possibly could. While he did that, Vanille headed inside to help the wolf deity in the kitchen.
WC: 1,325