Food for thought.

[songbird_slayer]

Sender: Madhuri Qalli
To: Everyone
Subject: Language is strange!


I was writing up menu ideas for next month and a thought occurred:

Should I list hot dogs under 'sandwiches', and a bowl of cereal under 'soup'?

Comments

[songbird_slayer]

Oh, ALL of them? Congratulations!

I can't say I've practiced recipes a thousand times, but I understand the demand for nothing less than perfection.

Wait, no, I lied. I probably had to practice laminating dough enough times to feed the Far East some really sad croissants... butter's a pain in the butt sometimes, but the exchange is that my croissants can cure what ails.

[recreator]

And with less than a thousand revisions.

[But he's hardly here to brag, so instead:]

Your croissants, however. Do you mean that literally or are you merely adding embellishment to your story?

[songbird_slayer]

[Emet-Selch the Humble. Nah, doesn't roll off the tongue right.]

The amount of times I've practiced? Probably. I never counted how many times I've practiced lamination.

As for a cure, well- my goal with the Lady of Bliss is to impart dreamotion into the final product. I want someone who has had a terrible day to come in for a muffin and through that treat I impart what I feel like when I experience joy; I want a shy person to have a chocolate truffle and be bolstered with the courage they need to finally achieve something they couldn't before...! Or perhaps someone comes in with a broken heart, and while time is but one thing that can help mend that, I want a mug of hot chocolate to be the blanket over their shoulders and a gentle stroke of their hair.

I've had some considerable success in such endeavors so far, but I wonder now if I could bake something while equipped with my white mage crystal... could I add a regenerative effect to a chamomile tea? Who knows? Probably not, but always worth a try.

[recreator]

[He's not that humble.]

Yes. The intention is well-meaning enough, yet there is much potential for error. Particularly if one of your pastries found itself in the wrong hands. Imagine the chaos wrought from someone already brave becoming positively, recklessly fearless, or someone experiencing so much joy that they fail to even recognize the concept of sorrow. All things in moderation, as they say. All things in balance.

As to whether regenerative properties might be added, that is something I do not know. Dreamotion is not aether, and although much is transferable from one energy to the other, there are some things which dreamotion simply cannot appropriately replicate.

One thing which I do know, however, is that you couldn't have picked a worse question to truly get Hythlodaeus going. I suggest you turn back now lest you be graced with an unfiltered earful.

I will also thank you not to shorten my title without permission, Madhuri.

[Surely Emet-Selch is exaggerating, you say. After all, Hythlodaeus seems like a perfectly kind, genteel individual. Yet he's all but certain that none of you lot has had the honor of listening to him vent about the most pointless conceptual trends for nearly an hour straight.]

[songbird_slayer]

[Give her a minute, giggling at her desk.]

Fair enough. All things in balance.

You sound like someone who has had to endure many of these unfiltered earfuls. But I'm sure you would have your companion in no other manner or fashion, or they wouldn't be Hythlodaeus, would they, Emet-Selch~?

[recreator]

[Somewhere a particularly expressive and self-aware shade is weenwooning away as he giggles behind an illusionary hand.]

[As for Emet-Selch, he's not about to stick his foot into such an obvious trap, particularly not when it comes to public writing.]

I've suffered through no small number of them, yes. And I suspect you will be thanking me later for the warning, should you choose to heed it.

[Any further commentary on their friendship, however, is between himself and Hythlodaeus. He's not sorry.]