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16.Jun.13, 10:28 PM
Terken didn't whimper as he entered the kitchen with M'din though he wanted to. A single command to Kela sent her padding outside, the canine sighing and curling up in the spot usually appointed for her to settle in while Terken played in the kitchen.
"Kela's mine. Raised her myself and she's chosen to stay by me today. I think her puppies were driving her crazy." He paused then and added, "I'm sorry you were hurt. We'll try and be careful with your fingers."
Terken let M'din speak for them as they found the kitchen workers, almost relaxing as he saw the dishes. It wasn't cooking! He spoke quietly to M'din. "She has a soft spot for Kela, as long as she stays out of her kitchen. She usually slips me a bone for her when I'm working here." He started organizing the dishes quickly, stacking like with like. Working quickly, he said, "I scrub, you rinse and dry? Should be easier on your hand."
Calling the head worker over he asked simply, "Any of these you need right now for cooking?" She blinked then in a manner that was almost friendly, told him to wash three of the pots and all the knives before anything else. He nodded and nudged those to the front of the line. Filling the sink with hot water and soap sand, he grabbed the grimiest pot first, rinsing it thoroughly then beginning to scrub it out with expert ease.
He'd been taught this, first by his mother, then by assorted kitchen workers. Chores took up less time when you did them right the first time, he had found. And oddly, the head cook seemed to turn a blind eye to him filching a rare meal once he'd gotten competent at this. He would have been shocked to know it was his lack of complaints and general competence with dishwashing that got him on kitchen rotation so often! Of course when she wasn't there, he would end up being pressed into cooking duties which never went well.
He worked away on his pot, his stance relaxing as he worked. Terken liked physical activity. Washing dishes would never be as good as outside work but for inside work, it wasn't half bad. A clean, but soap pot was slid gently into the neighboring sink, and Terken got to work on the next pot.
"Kela's mine. Raised her myself and she's chosen to stay by me today. I think her puppies were driving her crazy." He paused then and added, "I'm sorry you were hurt. We'll try and be careful with your fingers."
Terken let M'din speak for them as they found the kitchen workers, almost relaxing as he saw the dishes. It wasn't cooking! He spoke quietly to M'din. "She has a soft spot for Kela, as long as she stays out of her kitchen. She usually slips me a bone for her when I'm working here." He started organizing the dishes quickly, stacking like with like. Working quickly, he said, "I scrub, you rinse and dry? Should be easier on your hand."
Calling the head worker over he asked simply, "Any of these you need right now for cooking?" She blinked then in a manner that was almost friendly, told him to wash three of the pots and all the knives before anything else. He nodded and nudged those to the front of the line. Filling the sink with hot water and soap sand, he grabbed the grimiest pot first, rinsing it thoroughly then beginning to scrub it out with expert ease.
He'd been taught this, first by his mother, then by assorted kitchen workers. Chores took up less time when you did them right the first time, he had found. And oddly, the head cook seemed to turn a blind eye to him filching a rare meal once he'd gotten competent at this. He would have been shocked to know it was his lack of complaints and general competence with dishwashing that got him on kitchen rotation so often! Of course when she wasn't there, he would end up being pressed into cooking duties which never went well.
He worked away on his pot, his stance relaxing as he worked. Terken liked physical activity. Washing dishes would never be as good as outside work but for inside work, it wasn't half bad. A clean, but soap pot was slid gently into the neighboring sink, and Terken got to work on the next pot.
