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…But you wouldn’t play that game. You were competing for his hand, and the rest of him, and there wasn’t going to be any making friends. It’d be pointless. So instead, both of you walked on in cold, frigid quiet, people walking by you pausing in any conversation when they looked at you. The glances you gave one another, the tightness of your lips, must have silenced those nearby too.
You’d felt less tense when you were in hostile urban terrain. At least there, an enemy could be shot and not considered a moment more.
Since you weren’t giving Yuliana the time of day, you put yourself to work forgetting her presence by thinking on what you’d do for this cooking contest. You’d have to put your best foot forward- losing wouldn’t be as bad as being blown away without a fight- what a forfeit would be accepting the presumption of.
What did Magnus like? You had to think on that. You hadn’t talked to each other about food often, but you knew that <span class="mu-i">he</span> was a good cook. He talked offhandedly about how a ration might be made twice as tasty if it were made from its base materials on the spot, but reminisced often about local specialties- you tried to recall what he seemed most fond of.
…There was one thing that stood out. Places where rabbit breeding was tradition. Every conversation about them was made in reference to how they’d be turned into food. You’d put it down to him being hungry, considering he didn’t seem picky with anything else, and most ration meat was either ground or pulverized into a paste.
Yes, you could just go back and ask him, but doing that <span class="mu-i">now</span> implied…something that the bitch next to you could be smug about, and you’d be damned if you’d give that to her so easy.
So Magnus liked rabbit, meat in general, he was a Netillian so he liked it peppery. Meatloaf or corned beef, or the like? Come to think of it, the Von Tracht family was from Netilland, too. The ones you’d met (besides Richter’s mom), Richter, his father Geroldt, and Hell, his uncle, had all liked game. Hell had best liked roast boar, and claimed it being wild made it completely distinct from the ordinary humble hog.
Soon. For now though, you noticed clothing stalls before any food, and you recalled what Magnus had said. You thought you looked great, but he wasn’t much impressed, so you’d have to change things up- get him running hot when he so much as looked at you. What did he like? Well, you being in uniform, but that wouldn’t be on offer here…
>Draw an Outfit on- or pick/modify a premade.
Also, for Cooking Shopping-
>Keep it simple. Even you couldn’t mess up a good cut of meat with taters and cabbage.
>Contending directly on what Magnus liked was hopeless against a childhood friend- you’d try an alternate direction of attack. A more regional and newer experience. Nobody disliked Pofesen.
>Rabbit was game, and any fool could make stew. Magnus was a rustic sort of man- it was a perfect fit.
>Other?
