Madison continued with his tasks as he was constantly cooking up pretzels so that people that wanted bread got their bread. Sure it wasn't what they were used to when it comes but it was horribly delicious and these guys weren't picky eaters. But they certain would want to come here if they wanted good food now. Or at the very least they would hunt for this wandering cook of exotic meals.<strong>"I have one order of calzone, two orders of ravioli and four baskets of pretzels. All with fresh ale!"</strong>He said to the tavern owner. The man might be upset that he was being upstaged by someone half his age but Madison was proving his talents. He had another order compliments of someone else.<strong>"One chefs choice eh? Well alright. Order up! One calzone and one basket of pretzels along with an ale."</strong>His focus was sharp and as he worked on the entrees he was working on another batch of these three items in question. Eventually however he would need to work on the desserts.<br/><br/>He sets to work on that after some time washing his hands clean so he can handle the dough after a fresh batch of pretzel and pasta were being cooked up along with calzone. He saw that there was some preserved jam which would prove useful as a filing for the cookie sandwiches he intended to make. The dough was simplistic to make as he uses a combination of softened butter, flour, the yolk of two chicken eggs and white sugar and began to mix it all together for his cookie compound. He had to make the flour be poured in little by little whilst he was whipping the eggs, butter and sugar together by a wooden spatula. Gradually there would be a soft cookie dough as the base and then starts rolling out the dough and begins cutting out cookies by means of a cleaned whiskey glass  to get a perfect circle every time. Making the indent with his thumb he then scooped a spoonful of the preserved jam and sets them upon another tray and slides it into the brick oven. He repeats this several time until he had several dozen for the sake of the dessert. It wasn't much but the taste of these cookies should prove more than enough to knock everything out fairly well.<br/><br/>Thanks to Madison's efforts he felt he was softening the moods of the patrons up and getting them much more festive to enjoy the food and drink. Hell he could actually hear them break out into another drinking song. Honestly he could get behind it because it filled him in a sense with tremendous pride when he hears them that happy with his work. It was clear that these guys should be paying the tavern owner and consequentially himself well for the efforts. All the whilst under the counter his foot taps along with the singing. At the very least he could enjoy himself as he worked pulling out fine food and serving it for the hungry folks. Whilst he didn't see Farren as he was working at the time, he did notice the one whom had a wild card for his entree from the chef as he saw it was Ry. Well at least he might be able to feed the bellies of his fellow travelers at least. He wondered if any would catch on that it was him serving the food. Probably not but stranger things have happened.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>"Beer, beer, beer, tiddily beer, beer, beer.<br/>A long time ago way back in history,<br/>when all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea,<br/>along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,<br/>and he invented a wonderful drink and made it out of hops.<br/><br/>HEY!<br/><br/>He must have been an admiral, or a sultan, or a king.<br/>And to his praises we shall always sing!<br/>Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!<br/>Lords bless Charlie Mops the man whom invented, <br/>beer beer beer, tiddily, beer beer beer!<br/><br/>The Shackle Whore, The Lucky Crow, The Treasure Tavern as well,<br/>One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell,<br/>So all you lads and lasses at Eleven O'Clock ye stop!<br/>For five short seconds remember Charlie Mops.<br/><br/>One… Two… Three… Four… Five… HEY!<br/><br/>He must have been an admiral, or a sultan, or a king.<br/>And to his praises we shall always sing!<br/>Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!<br/>Lords bless Charlie Mops the man whom invented, <br/>beer beer beer, tiddily, beer beer beer!<br/><br/>A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick.<br/>The kind of lubrication to make your engines tick.<br/>Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.<br/>It's only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax.<br/><br/>One… Two… Three… Four… Five… HEY!<br/><br/>He must have been an admiral, or a sultan, or a king.<br/>And to his praises we shall always sing!<br/>Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!<br/>Lords bless Charlie Mops the man whom invented, <br/>beer beer beer, tiddily, beer beer beer, tiddily beer beer beer!<br/><br/>The Lords bless Charlie Mops! HEY!"</em></div></div>