Dr Raven Sable better known as FAMINE (rev_66) wrote in parabolical,
“Is the lord still ‘fixing’ the tv?” Famine shouted from the kitchen. “Why don’t you help him with that, Carmine? You’re good with technology.”
Turning his attention to his hobby, the Horseman opened the oven and had four plates ready, each for every of his guests. For Whitey, he had made instant curry – fish powder as tribute to his beach success. The fish specially taken from the oily waters. The spice and sauce would leave the stains everywhere, just as he liked. For Red, he had cooked a beefsteak, it was crimson raw and dripping with ruby droplets. Juicy and adorned with slices of tomatoes in shape of a sword. For the lord, nouvelle cuisine (one of his favourite personal inventions): string bean, a pea, and a sliver of chicken breast, aesthetically arranged on a square china plate. That would help him to keep that perfect weight of his. As for Him, Famine made a more impersonal dish, a delicious seasoned piece of duck a l'orange. As the saying goes it tasted like duck.
Nothing to eat for him. The satisfaction of a good job and a good glass of wine would be enough to fill his needs.
He placed every dish in a hooded silver tray alongside with five wineglass and returned with the others, carrying the tray on his right hand and a bottle of merlot with his left one.
“A little of everything,” he replied to Damien and set the tray down, lifting the hood and pouring the wine in the goblets.