<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured(Dragon Slayer Armor underneath) <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10 April 2050, 10-ishAM.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sashiko<br/><strong>Content:</strong> WE HAVE THE MEATS, Air Conditioning Indeed!<br/><strong>Word Count:</strong> 419 [Total - 4,937 It's just habit at this point hahah]<br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Pharon was secure with his job in this world. Oslow absolutely adored his total package, and the two constantly traded stories and talked often. The older man reminded him of his father in many ways, and it was nice to spend time with him even while they were busily and expertly avoiding each other while working in the kitchen. Sashiko didn't have that yet. No job security or peace in what she was doing. Not even a kindly older person to help remind her of home. He wanted to help her find that, not only because it was obviously making her sad and affecting her that she didn't.<br/><br/> But he cared deeply about her and seeing someone you cared about dejected was just awful. So he resolved himself to help her however he could now that he knew how much this meant to her. At the moment she was just as happy and excited as he was about grocery shopping and her energy was infectious. "We'll start simple. Beef, Chicken, and Seafood. And all the vegetables and fruits for Poppy. Cooking for her is always a challenge and I love having to figure out new ways to make medleys and salads and the like. But you are right, <em>so much</em> meat. I've been told of a <em>Farmers Market</em> that has more unique and exotic foods, usually relegated to specific cultures.<br/><br/> We'll go there next time, once we're most used to this world." She started talking about snacks and he brought a palm to his forehead and sighed loudly. "Snaaaacks. How could I forget about the snacks?! We <em>need</em> snacks, Sashi. Have you had the Dough-Ree-Toes? They are crunchy and salty and cheesy at the same time and just so good. But...thank you for liking my food the best. I love it when people love my cooking," he said with a noticeable blush. <br/><br/>Every few seconds he'd stop the cart and look at the food lining the aisle, then throw something into it. Ground beef. Steak. Chicken. Fish. Shrimp. Hot dogs. Sausage. Anything that looked good, he threw it in. "We haven't even gotten the other ingredients yet and I've already got so many ideas and combinations in mind. I hope you can forgive me, Sashiko. I might just ruin food for you if it's not cooked by me," he said with a playful tone and cocky grin, as well as a subtle and soft pat of her head and scritching of her ears, since he knew she liked that. <br/></span><br/>