A Chicken in Hand (after battle)
……
…What're these numbers?
It may be an indicator… alerting us of squandering two out of five opportunities…
<I guess each team can prepare another dish then. How's that sound?>
And just like that…
Thus began Limbus Company's petite cooking competition…
Right, now… Let's assign each of us a role. Not that it'll make a difference, but…
Say, Hong Lu… Have you ever seen a kitchen before?
Ahem…!
Well, my room didn't have any kitchenettes. Though, I did sneak into the grand dining hall on the second floor a few times for snacks when I was a kid.
AaaaHEM!!
Next up, we have Yi Sang…
Wasn't he the only one who came out fine when we drank that spoilt milk the other day?
Mmmmmh… The smell was a sensual one, permeating my pulmonary depths.
AHKEHMMMMM!!!
Don Quixote, is something wrong with your throat?
What say you let me take the mantle?
She said this with a bashful expression, her hands behind her back.
Don Quixote… This isn't time for kids' stuff.
I am no child! And why am I denied the chef's place when Sinclair is allowed to do such on the other team!
Hm?
The chicken is chopped too unevenly. You should cut them better. Keep your back straight.
Right… Okay…!
Kiddo~ Isn't this a bit bland? I think it could use a teensy bit more sweetness.
S-Sweetness? Uhh, let's see… Where's the sugar…
Based on what Faust is seeing, the heat needs to be pitched up one notch.
That one's hopeless. The knife grip is all wrong.
Why don't you all stop being backseat chefs and actually help?
Hmm… I mean, you could definitely trust Sinclair to take on that kind of stuff… His palate should be a good enough judge, too, growing up in a wealthy family 'n all…
Now wait a tick, why isn't anybody giving me any suggestions? Watch, I can cook an egg -
Bloody hell! Why is the damn fry pan heated? It almost grilled me dead!
Everyone watched as the pan Heathcliff threw hit a wall and broke into pieces.
…This restaurant reeks of mold and other uncleaned stains. It is likely that the kitchen has been left unattended for at least 140 days.
Cooking outside may be more sanitary to the current situation.
I prithee, give me permission to cook!!!
Bwakbwakbawkbawkbawk!!!!
<"How dare you mess up our kitchen! You'll reckon with our wrath for your fowl deed!">
……
<It just felt like that's what it was saying…>
…C'mon, keep it together, Gregor.