28.Jun.13, 04:53 AM
It had been a long afternoon of rooting around out near the rivers and fields, trying to find berries and fruit to bake with. This time of the year wasn't the most ideal for them - it was too wet, or too cold, or this that and the other. Casa hated hearing she couldn't do something, though, and was determined to find SOMETHING to put in a pie. She had been promised the ability to make pies - and keep one for herself, a treasure among weyrbrats - if she could find something to do so with. So off she had gone, looking for anything to make into a treat. After a long search, she had managed to gather enough supplies to make several pies.
Victoriously sliding into the kitchen, she slunk her way over to one of the quieter corners of the large kitchens and dumped out her bag. Several redfruit came tumbling out, along with a (slightly smashed) variety of berries. Grinning triumphantly, she began to pull down bowls and baking dishes, setting aside everything she would need to make her pies. However, as she gathered more and more ingredients, she realized what a mistake she may have made. After all, it was mid afternoon now, which meant dinner was not too far off...and she had said she would make them by dinnertime?
Sighing, she began to frantically scurry around the kitchen, pulling ingredients from here and there. This had been a bad idea, in retrospect...but the thought of pie was too good to pass up! She groaned and begin to mix together dough, knowing it would take a while for the dough to set up and rest. Maybe she could find someone to help her...she might even share her pie, though she was loathe to do.
Victoriously sliding into the kitchen, she slunk her way over to one of the quieter corners of the large kitchens and dumped out her bag. Several redfruit came tumbling out, along with a (slightly smashed) variety of berries. Grinning triumphantly, she began to pull down bowls and baking dishes, setting aside everything she would need to make her pies. However, as she gathered more and more ingredients, she realized what a mistake she may have made. After all, it was mid afternoon now, which meant dinner was not too far off...and she had said she would make them by dinnertime?
Sighing, she began to frantically scurry around the kitchen, pulling ingredients from here and there. This had been a bad idea, in retrospect...but the thought of pie was too good to pass up! She groaned and begin to mix together dough, knowing it would take a while for the dough to set up and rest. Maybe she could find someone to help her...she might even share her pie, though she was loathe to do.