<strong>Arel Yesphine, Golgari Druid</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179316#msg15179316)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Druid 1</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pinot, Esmerelda<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Intrigued<br/></span><hr/>"Whoa!" Arel did a full vault out of his chair at the very smell of Pinot's breakfast, brushing his long brown hair out of the way as he tried to lean over her shoulder to have a look and couldn't manage it on tiptoe and couldn't manage it with an awkward couple of hops and finally resorted to peering around the side. It wasn't that he was short, it was that everyone else was too tall.<br/><br/>"I bet you could put anything in there and most people could only taste spice," he muses with his hand on his chin, "can you tell? What you put in it, I mean? I guess everyone has a different palette..."<br/><br/>Of course Arel's cooking could also manage to be a riot of flavours but he was still working on doing anything else, which meant he was always trying to improve.<br/><br/>"Also hello!" he raised a hand in greeting to both Esmerelda and Pinot, "I don't know if I've introduced myself. Arel, trying to figure out the culinary arts, you might have seen me in the kitchen?"<em>Had</em>he introduced himself? He felt sure he'd remember, but maybe he had been a little too deep into his cups when he forged a new friendship...<br/><br/>"Yeah, this place is great!" he said to Esmeralda, "the kitchen is free and the windows open with just a touch in case you accidentally make something noxious to all living things and half the dead. Not that I've ever done anything like that."<br/><br/>Not that he had gotten kicked out of three different bars for his culinary experiments that went horribly wrong...