Who: Tuck and Will Stutely What: FOOD and then possible sadness When: Thursday evening Where: LJ's? Warnings/Notes: TBA
While he loved cooking at the best of times, Tuck tended to enjoy it even more when he was feeling tempestuous. And after his recent interactions with Much and Will, he didn't see how he could feel anything but. He had tucked the money Much had given him away in a safe place in case Hermes demanded it back, or Much disappeared in the next few days. He would spend it only when he was sure Much was safe and not doomed to a life of sexual slavery for a mere thousand dollars.
And Will. Tuck didn't know what the hell to do about that, so he put all his frustration into kneading the dough for the pastry, the effort making him sweat, his arms covered in flour up to the elbows.
By the time the meal was finished, Tuck was feeling marginally better. He had produced a game pie using one of his many antique moulds. The filling was traditional, with venison, rabbit and game hen, flavoured with spices and berries. He had also roasted a bunch of vegetables, including parsnips, potatoes, carrots and beets. He'd finished it all with a rather spectacular blackberry pie, and now he was a little concerned how he was going to get it all into Little John's apartment.
Tuck drove the church van over, and managed to make his way up to the apartment with a system of various bags hanging off of him. He pounded the door, hoping Stutely would hurry because he wasn't sure how long his balancing act would be successful.