[Day 241] This can only end well

[wayofvoice]

Who: Paarthurnax and whoever wants to get involved in Grampa's first cooking attempt
Open: Open
When: 241
Where: At the giant cooking pit behind the Distillery
What: Someone probably should have given the dragon cooking lessons before he got curious.
Format: Anything
Warnings: There's a giant dead mammoth in this log.


Back in Skyrim, dragons most often didn't bother with cooking their food- or in the time when their Empire ruled strong, having others cook for them. It was seen as a rather foolish mortal sort of thing. Besides, it was more thrilling to snap your jaws down on living things.

With Paarthurnax in particular, he's only needed to eat simply to keep himself going since he'd been in self-imposed isolation on a mountaintop before the Calamity struck. Here, he's... mostly kept to such a simple diet. However, there have been delicious exceptions and now, well.. Now he's decided to indulge in some curiosity.

That's why some residents of the Bastion may spot him today dragging a freshly killed mammoth over to the fire pit behind the Distillery and inspecting the fire pit there. There's a short shout to ignite the fire inside and then...

Okay you just put the corpse on the fire right??? He only has a vague idea of how one cooks.

Comments

[wayofvoice]

[The answer is "not particularly precise". Dragon fangs are more for digging deep into flesh for a sturdy hold so things can be brutally torn off. Much the same can be said for his talons.]

[So for now he just gives a thoughtful nod.]

It would be difficult to one that would fit appropriately between my teeth.

[daughterofursa]

[At least he can carve letters with them?]

Maybe most of the fur will just... burn off. [She grimaces at that thought, but at this point, well. It's already on the fire.]

[wayofvoice]

[God bless being sturdy.]

Mm. Perhaps. Shall I keep it where it is, then?

[daughterofursa]

I think it's too late to try skinning it.

[wayofvoice]

It is still edible, at least for one such as I. I imagine for others, it may be less... appetizing.

[daughterofursa]

No kidding.

[The burning hair smell really turned her off to it, much as she's enjoyed mammoth in the past.]

You should ask Rin for tips next time.

[wayofvoice]

I should. I am not well versed in this- [Obviously] -but even I have taken note of how skilled she is. We are fortunate to have her.

[daughterofursa]

Eventually maybe she'll figure that out.

[You're one to talk, Zuko.]