Difference between revisions of "Logs:Chop Chop"

It's just before lunchtime when the cooks are preparing most of the food for the forthcoming crowd. Some has already been put out, of course, but Laylia is apparently adamant about getting some dessert before she runs off to tend to more of her messenger duties. "How much longer do you think it'll be for the bubblies?" She asks a nearby cook, who shrugs their shoulders and gives a vague guess of a short time. Her hair is pulled back into a runner tail, and the gold firelizard she impressed a while ago curled up and perching on her shoulder while using that as an anchor. "Shards, it's hot in here.." She complains idly.

One of those who's been helping with the preparing is Leova, currently bent over a block and chopping almonds. Before that had been chopping garlic, stringing beans, nothing too exciting, but at least nothing's been cut off that shouldn't have been. She glances over upon hearing Laylia, "Tell me about it. Mind if it's not all the way cooked?"

Laylia arches a brow as a voice comes from where she doesn't expect it to, and arches so she can get a better look at Leova. "Oh! Leova. There you are, I thought you were supposed to be in here today." She offers with a quick smile and then shakes her head. "If it's going to just be a couple more minutes then I'll just wait. I'm not in too much of a hurry to go run off to do chores. Congrats on winning the scavenger hunt, though. It was you and Niena, right?"

Leova waves the knife at her, point up so it won't actually hurt anything, before she gets back to torturing the almonds. "Thanks. Niena, she's quite the talker. That helped." Chop chop chop chop chop for the garlic, and she still hasn't evened out her informally hacked-at hair. "And both of you with firelizards, too."

Laylia gives Leova a bit more of a look at the hacked up hair, and then shakes her head. "Is there a reason you got your hair cut like that?" She asks, and then also wonders, "When do you get your day off? Hopefully it doesn't incidentally overlap with your regular day off." She says with a bit of a snicker, and peers at the bubblies as they continue cooking. "Mmm, yes. Carisandra has one too now."

"Tangles," Leova says, an odd undercurrent in her voice which might just be from the increasingly strong odor of garlic wafting up from the pans nearby. "Suppose I should do something with it." Someday. "Well. Either they'll avoid it on purpose, or they'll do it that way on purpose. Don't think Milani's that way, though." Chop chop chop choppity chop. "Getting used to it all right? I hear hers in the mornings too."

"Yes, you probably should..." Laylia suggests, right about the time that the bubblies are getting pulled out of the oven. "No, no. I didn't think they really would, I was just joking. I hope you enjoy your day off, and the picnic." She offers warmly, and then looks for a bit of cloth to put one of the hot bubblies in so she can scamper out shortly. "Oh, Hina's just wonderful. Quiet as can be, most days. But, I better run before I get too far behind in running these messages."

"Later, Laylia. Have fun." Leova watches her go for a moment, but then there's work. There's always work. Away she chops.