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09.Dec.18, 12:46 PM
C'dhin couldn't say why he agreed to teach Mylorah, a girl he knew mostly in passing given their ages and crowds they hung around in. But she was nice and everyone he spoke to said she was sweet and if nothing else, she'd be fun to spend time with even if she couldn't bake. He really hoped she could, but he'd find out soon enough. There was something so disheartening about someone that couldn't follow a recipe and create the delicious treat. How hard was it to mix items together and then cook it for the proper time?
His weyr had slowly been transformed into his dream home since the move North. While he still had a small sitting area so he could entertain guests, most of his living space had been converted into a kitchen. He had a lot of counter top space, shelves, and cupboards so he could house everything he needed and spread out as much as desired. One of the counters was currently holding ingredients, bowls, and measuring cups in preparation for his student. It would be easier if she had access to everything instead of looking for it in a strange kitchen.
He was stoking the fire in his oven when the knock came and C'dhin straightened as Mylorah let herself in. He took a moment to take in her appearance and decided that even if they didn't end up with anything edible, at least he had some eye candy. "My last official rank was Junior Journeyman, so with a little luck and time, I should be able to get you to that level." He laughed, and waved her on in to the kitchen and pointed to the bucket of water to wash up in. "First rule, always wash your hands. Yeah, I know, pretty basic stuff, right? But you'd be surprised how many people forget to at the start and don't think about it when they touch their nose in the middle of a recipe or sneeze." He wrinkled his nose in distaste at the memories of people in the past who did such things.
Mylorah didn't complain or roll her eyes at his rule so that already earned her a point in C'dhin's book. If he couldn't get her to master a simple recipe that day and she wanted more lessons, that simple act alone would help her get a follow up lesson. "So was there something in particular you want to learn? I'm gonna start you on an easy cookie first but then we can give something else a go."
His weyr had slowly been transformed into his dream home since the move North. While he still had a small sitting area so he could entertain guests, most of his living space had been converted into a kitchen. He had a lot of counter top space, shelves, and cupboards so he could house everything he needed and spread out as much as desired. One of the counters was currently holding ingredients, bowls, and measuring cups in preparation for his student. It would be easier if she had access to everything instead of looking for it in a strange kitchen.
He was stoking the fire in his oven when the knock came and C'dhin straightened as Mylorah let herself in. He took a moment to take in her appearance and decided that even if they didn't end up with anything edible, at least he had some eye candy. "My last official rank was Junior Journeyman, so with a little luck and time, I should be able to get you to that level." He laughed, and waved her on in to the kitchen and pointed to the bucket of water to wash up in. "First rule, always wash your hands. Yeah, I know, pretty basic stuff, right? But you'd be surprised how many people forget to at the start and don't think about it when they touch their nose in the middle of a recipe or sneeze." He wrinkled his nose in distaste at the memories of people in the past who did such things.
Mylorah didn't complain or roll her eyes at his rule so that already earned her a point in C'dhin's book. If he couldn't get her to master a simple recipe that day and she wanted more lessons, that simple act alone would help her get a follow up lesson. "So was there something in particular you want to learn? I'm gonna start you on an easy cookie first but then we can give something else a go."
