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[birdofwar.livejournal.com]

[Gwendolyn is wandering around the kitchen investigating, and opens the refrigerator door.] Oh, this is for storing food. [She closes the door and circles around it. Then she opens it again, searching.] I wonder how it is kept cold. There is not enough snow nor ice to warrant such frigid temperatures... I'm sure father would enjoy a home cooked meal. But there is not much that I know how to cook. Certainly nothing befitting our king.

[She closes the door and sighs.] Griselda would laugh at the thought. I am a warrior, not a homemaker. I should not be thinking such things. There are people on the field to make our food. I need only be concerned with the next battle...

[Despite this, she continues exploring the kitchen.]

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[lamb_of_gold]

And who is to say a Warrior may not cook?

[birdofwar.livejournal.com]

Oh. It is a distraction. I know enough to get by if I must, but a grand feast... It is beyond my capabilities.

[lamb_of_gold]

Grand cooking is beyond the capabilities of many, but it is the simple meals that most subsist on.

[birdofwar.livejournal.com]

Would father notice a simple meal?

[lamb_of_gold]

I think he would if his daughter was the one who made it.

[birdofwar.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you are right. I shall do my best to make a simple dish. [She looks through the fridge, trying to find something she knows. Packaged meats are foreign to her, but she does know a whole chicken when she sees it and pulls it out. She scrutinizes it.] Do you think this would be enough?

[lamb_of_gold]

I think a whole chicken may be too much for one person to eat, but at the same time, there are many things you can do with one.

[birdofwar.livejournal.com]

You have never seen the king. He is quite large.

[lamb_of_gold]

[A chuckle] I will take your word for it.

Forgive my manners. I am Mu.

[birdofwar.livejournal.com]

You were not rude. I am Princess Gwendolyn of the Valkyrie.

[She opens the oven door and peers inside.] Where does one light the fire?

[lamb_of_gold]

A pleasure to meet you.

This is a device that converts energy to heat. I do not know the exact mechanics, but the heat can be controlled up here. [He gestures to the temperature controls and the like]

[birdofwar.livejournal.com]

[She turns a dial and looks inside again. There's still no roaring fire so how it works is beyond her, but she'll trust that it does work. She fiddles with the dial some more.] Is there a particular number the dial should be pointing at?

[lamb_of_gold]

I think that depends on what you'd want to cook. For something like that, I'm afraid I wouldn't know.

[birdofwar.livejournal.com]

[Useless technology is useless. While looking around for something useful, she spots the forest off in the distance.] I will gather some firewood. [She runs and stretches out her wings, and now she's flying towards the forest.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He was going to say something, but doesn't as she takes off. He admires her flight for a short moment before vanishing, then reappearing with some stone with which to make a firepit.]