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Thought I'd join in with some humor?

Oahvakeen's week had started with an order for some kitchen pots, pans, and specialty bowls. It seemed easy enough, and he completed the task on-time and without difficulties. When the client came by to pick them up, she glared at the stack, took a bowl in her hands, and proceeded to fling it at him. He managed to dodge, but then she knocked over the stack of kitchenware and began a tyrade on how inadequate and even insulting they were, and how dare he call himself a Sr Journeyman with such horrible skills. If only he had two minutes of kitchen experience he'd realize how he deserved his intestines to be dragon lunch for these abominations. His craft instructor snapped him out of his bafflement by suggesting he take it to heart and go spend some time in the kitchen. "Cook some things, it's not hard.", the words of his instructor had echoed in his head as Oahvakeen spent all of the previous day doing his best merely trying not to set the kitchen on fire, let alone not burn anything to the consistency of immolated dragon excrement. After angering every cook, hungry fellow, and anyone within the vicinity, his mission had been reduced from cooking to dish-washing duty. Cooking was certainly not easy. But at least now he knew he wasn't ever cut out to so much as salt a plate to taste.

"Can I-", Oahvakeen stood over the shoulder of a cook, who unblinkingly thrust a bowl of spices at him. "A-", he started, and the cook responded with a wide-arm swing that nearly connected a different bowl to Oahvakeen's forehead. He gingerly took the two bowls to a counter and examined them, noting how the contents fit the bowl and moved about. A moment later he handed the bowls back to the cook, who responded with a hybrid grunt-sigh of agony, annoyance, and relief.

"How about -", he tried to reach for a bowl with some raw meats, but found pain searing through his hand as the cook slapped his fingers away. "No.". It was clear he'd annoyed the cook past the point of cooperation. But he still didn't feel satisfied with his kitchen research.

Spotting two girls a ways away (whose names he didn't know), he approached them, and stood two feet behind Kahleena, watching over her shoulder. He said nothing, until he made a jerking motion to try to suddenly grab her bowl full of berries. "Ca-", he didn't bother to finish his sentence, having adjusted to the other cook's shortness.

He'd already begun to eye some utensils by Rhaedalyn's station.