07.Feb.12, 09:54 AM
Kerrin returned in due time, delayed somewhat by the strain of carting along with him a suitably enormous - and therefore unspeakably heavy - bucket of oil. The kitchen staff had been quite confused when he'd asked for it, but as they were mostly Katilan natives, it took only a mention of Grith's name in conjunction with the dining hall doorways for them all to nod their heads in understanding and begin the group effort of pouring their cooled, leftover cooking oil into the vessel. Judging by the smell of it the poor green would probably stink of fried potatoes for days, but what had to be done had to be done.
However, Kerrin did hope Par'a wouldn't be asking him for help when it came time to lather it on the stuck dragon's hide. He didn't want to smell like fried potatoes.
He finally set the bucket down at the greenrider's feet with a melodramatic 'oof' - so that all present would know just how hard he had worked! - and paused a moment to mop at the sweat that had beaded on his forehead before he spoke with a wry grin in place. "Well, they didn't want to give up the fresh stuff obviously, so I'm afraid she's going to smell like a sevenday-old breakfast by the time this is done..."
However, Kerrin did hope Par'a wouldn't be asking him for help when it came time to lather it on the stuck dragon's hide. He didn't want to smell like fried potatoes.
He finally set the bucket down at the greenrider's feet with a melodramatic 'oof' - so that all present would know just how hard he had worked! - and paused a moment to mop at the sweat that had beaded on his forehead before he spoke with a wry grin in place. "Well, they didn't want to give up the fresh stuff obviously, so I'm afraid she's going to smell like a sevenday-old breakfast by the time this is done..."