Who: Zantabraxus and Faith Where: The kitchen When: Now What: Trying to make sense of things Warnings: Armed and frustrated Warrior Queen
She scowled at her surroundings. This was where the food was, and she'd discovered lots of things, but nothing was right. She'd pulled out several boxes and opened them. Grains, powders, other things she couldn't recognize... Finally she discovered the cold box and rummaged through it. The vegetables she ignored, as well as the bottles and strange containers. Meats, though... every one she found she pulled out and examined with a hunter's eye. Nothing looked familiar, but they looked edible. She chose three different ones almost randomly.
She wasn't impressed by the flame that came out of the metal box when she turned the dial. She found a metal bowl and set it on the floor. She took out two brooms from a closet and scored the handles with her knife, using her foot to break them completely into pieces. She dumped the wood into the bowl and transferred a flame from the metal box. She sat cross-legged beside the bowl and began roasting her cuts of meat over the fire. The heat felt good against her skin; this place was cold, compared to her home. Her metal garments barely covered anything, leaving her exposed to the chill.