Rem really did like cooking. The smell of the spices, the heat of the oven, the way all the ingredients come together. It was actually quite like setting up a good fake fight. Making people think you were about to lose until the last second so they'd place their bets, and then whipping around winning. Just like cooking, as far as Rem was concerned. Speaking of which...<br/><br/>"Foods done!" Rem called. He quickly started moving the large pot to the old table, swiping a rag on the counter and setting it down one handed. He didn't grab anything else though. It was mostly understood that it wasn't his problem. He cooked.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from Castle Shadow-hold using Tapatalk