Imagine having a conversation where people ask you, whats better: pancake, French toast, or waffle? and not walking away imdiately. How can it be possible to have such a bland taste? First of all, anything with the word French in it should be declared illegal. Second, waffles and pancakes are the two blandest desserts one can imagine.
I would go as far as saying that if you like pancakes, you have no taste whatsoever. Co on; they dont taste of anything. I an, you could try to make them better, add things in order to give so nice flavor to the dough. But why would you do it? I an, at that point, it basically becos a cake. And guess what, you cant cook a decent cake in a pan.
Oof, mories.
Do you know how so people dont realize that you are a professional? Or, even worse, how so people try to one-up you precisely because you are a professional? Well, I rember that one ti this woman ca to claiming she could bake the best cakes in a pan. Sure, you can cook a cake in a pan. Hell, nowadays they make made I guess, Im not on Earth anymore anyway, they used to make special pots to bake and whatnot. But guess what, genius, you need a better distribution of heat to have the dough cook in the best way possible. Food is not just killing the bacteria and heating up the ingredients. Where from, how, and how much are fundantal things when using an oven. If you are cooking pasta, you dont need to know the precise distribution of heat because its in water. But inside an oven? Jesus, you have no idea! Did you know that if you dont clean your oven properly, the distribution of heat gets ssed up? I bet you didnt.
And guess what? There are so housewives out there who believe they are professional chefs. Man, listen, I dont want to be an, but if you are cooking at ho with just a few utensils and you manage to make a good cake, good for you. But rember, thats not a professional cake. Maybe one out of tens of thousands of housewives will be as good as a good chef. And sure, there are people who are supposedly professional but make disgusting food. Sure. Thats why restaurants fail. Thats why any business fails. Sotis, you are just not capable enough.
What? You think that back on Earth and here my baking success is due to what? Luck? I an, I heard that once. And Ill tell you what. In Sicily, where the Cannolo Siciliano cos from, the pastry thats basically fried dough filled with sheep ricotta, theres a city almost in the middle of nowhere. Compared to US geography, its a village, basically. Its nothing. The smallest part of the world you can imagine without going straight to the Amazonian Rainforest.
So, you enter this place, and it looks like every other city built in the 20th century. Plus, its mostly a ghost town. Its literally just one straight street. Theres nothing. Literally, absolutely, nothing. But guess what?
Once you are halfway through, you can see a queue of people outside a bakery. And Im not joking, fella. This is a real thing. You can see more than a hundred people there, waiting in line while checking their phones or smoking a cigarette. People drive miles to get their breakfast there. Why? Well, because they have the best cannoli siciliani in the entire region. And, unlike so think, its not just a rumor; if it was, they would go out of business imdiately. You can drive for miles for a rumor once, maybe twice if you are a bit stupid. But if you want people to co back and wait in line under the hot Sicilian sun, you butter have the most perfect motherflipping ricotta in the world.
Joey? I feel Marcellus shaking my arm.
Green Groves and Brown Barricades, Anneus sighs, is he doing it again?
Joey! Marcellus basically shouts in my ear.
What? What happened?
You were just staring into the distance, he says.
Oh, right.
So, where are we going? Anneus asks.
Adrastuss place, I nod to myself. Thats where.
You know where he lives? Anneus looks skeptical.
? No. But I have a file on him I look around the house, sowhere.
You have files on us? Anneus asks while we walk toward the designated address.
Kind of. Practical stuff. Background checks. Nothing major, I shrug.
Well, thats Marcellus looks pale when he hears that.
He probably doesnt rember half of it, Anneus says in a rare gesture of kindness. Nothing to worry about, even if you did sothing wrong in the past. Chances are this guy will probably confuse our nas at so point.
Interesting behavior.
Anyway, I yawn, we go to Adrastus, we get him to help us help Alia. She has it rough, money-wise. Also, shes got so problems of her own. Dont be assholes when you are with her. Anneus, Im mainly speaking to you.
Marcellus has beco very nervous after I revealed the thing about having their backgrounds in writing. But you know, I would be as well if I were him. Why? Well
Why do we need Adrastus? Anneus asks.
Why? Have you looked at us? Whos subtle and gentle here? You? Marcellus? We dont want to create trouble for Alia. We want her to be happy. Get us to help her alone, and thats like taking a sledgehamr into a glass shop.
Why Adrastus, then? Anneus seems slightly jealous of the mans qualities.
Hes used to court etiquette or sothing like that. Apparently, he also has a nesis? Long story short, he should be good at scheming.
Says the person with files on all of us, Marcellus complains in an unusually plain tone.
Stop fucking complaining, Anneus snarls at a tching Marcellus.
Dont worry, Marcy. Its alls good, I tell him.
Wassup! I say as soon as Adrastus swings his door open, barging inside his house without an invite. Better to enter now than having to force our way in when he shuts the door closed.
Joey? the man smiles and frowns at the sa ti.
My man, Adrastus.
Arent you supposed to prepare the assignnts for next week? What are you doing here?
Three days, Jesus. I have three goddamn days. Whats your problem? Anyway, Marcy and Anneus are with . We have a problem, and we need your cunning?
Joey, as you might know, we have several assignnts. And we need to keep up with the research for the History of Magic midterm. We cant just
Yo! Anneus barges in through the door, slamming a crutch on the wall. Nice place. So, you are royalty? Why didnt you ever say anything?
What? Royalty? Adrastus frowns.
Joey said your family is at court.
My father is a [Courtier], Adrastus rubs his face, and I dont rember telling you that.
Hes talking to .
He has files on us. Apparently, he background-checked everyone, Anneus says.
Christ, I yell, ok. Lets keep that between us. You three have relatively safe stories. The others? I dont want them to think Im butting my nose in their lives. Anneus, I swear, if you say anything to them!
Well done, Adrastus shrugs. It would be common procedure for anyone belonging to royalty to have their friends evaluated. Joey is a Human with prodigy-like talent and ties to the Vanedenis. Its a miracle he hasnt been assassinated yet. The reason for thatprobably [Princess] Valarith.
Christ, this is not about , people. Co on. All in. Marcy! Get inside! Co on! We need to talk.
As we take our places at the side of a table, I spend a second examining their faces. Everyone, in their own regard, is shook by the news that I have info on them. Im not sure I should have said anything, honestly.
Anneus surprises because hes frowning and thinking. All of this in silence. Its a miracle, really.
Whats happening? Adrastus asks, moving so papers and parchnt around on the table.
Alia is having so money problems. We were wondering how to help her without being insensitive?
Adrastus looks at Marcellus for a second before looking at again.
Insensitive? You want to give her so money but covertly. Create a job and assign it to her?
Eh, I dont really have much clout around Elves, you know.
Leave the money on the road and wait for her to find it. She looks like she might believe she got lucky, Anneus suggests.
h, she would probably start looking around to give it back, I shoot it off.
Alia seems weirdly proud about that stuff, Adrasts nods, maybe you should hire her for sothing. You have so serious money lying around if you can afford background checks.
Didnt I tell them that I basically robbed the royal treasury? Well, lets keep that under the lid, then.
Lets brainstorm a few more ideas, I tell them. Nothing sounded good so far.
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