open to all;

[swordboning]

Who: Archer swordboning and YOU. (Maybe Athena too)
When: December 15th and on
Where: Right here where you need him. At least in the streets.
What: Golden Archers is sadly open. Come get your top tier food of choice.
Rating/Warning: Nah.


[Archer was fully cringing at the emblem Athena made and the fact that it was pasted on his apron. Well, inwardly at least. Athena got to have her way with the things went around here since she was the one who put in the money and most of the work. That meant her lame idea of what was great ended up plastering almost anything that had the surface for it.

But for a food stall, there was a serious lack of menu. Archer, though, intentionally wanted that. Restricting himself would only be admitting that he couldn't make things that people wanted outside of said menu. Obviously, there were some restrictions because supplies of some things were exceedingly rare or impossible to find. Which meant that rich people places had to be visited for that. But here were reasonable prices for fresh cooked food.]

Before you ask, there's no menu. So just tell me what you want.

[Customer service needed a little bit of work, however. And no, Saber, you weren't getting any free food.]

Comments

[sugarcoats]

[He isn't known for his refined taste, but permission to get a little more variety is more than enough.]

Really? Then, if you don't mind, can you make banana chocolate chip pancakes with powdered sugar and cinnamon whipped cream and lots of syrup? And mango slices with whipped cream too?

[swordboning]

[He'd almost have to write that one down.

But it sounds more in line than random guesses as to what he wants. Gotta get started on that batter.]

Want anything to drink or will you pick something up elsewhere?

[sugarcoats]

[There was so much excitement about food that he nearly forgot about a drink, so he pauses thoughtfully.]

Hot chocolate with marshmallows? The big ones or the little ones, whatever you have?

[swordboning]

Little ones are better for hot chocolate. They melt faster and add their flavor while its still hot.

[Not begrudging people who prefer the large ones. There's just an objectively superior option.]

[sugarcoats]

I never thought about that, I just always added a bunch of marshmallows on top. You must really enjoy making food to put so much thought into even little things like that!

[swordboning]

Food is a lot like art. Unlike a lot of cooks, though, I'm not going to judge anyone because they order something unhealthy.

[Because lord, this is incredibly unhealthy.]

I'll just make it good enough that they'll want more.

[sugarcoats]

[Oblivious or just choosing to ignore the fact that he is going to eat a meal made entirely of sugar, the world may never know.]

That's a great way to think! I bet it would make people really sad to be scolded about their meals by the very people that make them. You're so dedicated, too! Have you been cooking for a long time?

[swordboning]

It's not really about the time put in but the effort. For most of my life, I lived with ravenous women. Maybe you don't understand but if you can't cook well in that environment, it's all over.

[sugarcoats]

Ehh, I wouldn't call any of the women I lived or worked with ravenous...

[Because he likes not being berated or having his face kicked in.]

But I do understand what it's like when people get all sorts of cranky about not eating. They can be pretty tough to deal with! I would want to avoid that, for sure.

[swordboning]

If it helps in the future, that bad attitude is caused by low blood sugar. Just make sure they snack on something every couple hours or so.

[Pouring batter on a griddle right now because looking good.]

[sugarcoats]

Whoa, you really do know a lot! I'll keep that in mind, thank you! Though I don't know how well someone would like to be told to eat because they're acting grouchy...

[swordboning]

Take my advice and just stuff it in their mouth. All semblance of confrontation will leave them immediately.

[Anime logic.]

[sugarcoats]

[He actually considers this advice for all of ten seconds before he shakes his head.]

I'd be lucky to end up with just a black eye if I actually tried that.

[swordboning]

You should probably work on your tact then.

[Says the guy who insults others left and right.

FLIPPING OVER THE PANCAKE. Which has chocolate chips in it.]

[sugarcoats]

I don't think tact is entirely the problem when it comes to stuffing food into somebody's face.

[Sweet, sweet, soon to be eaten chocolate chips. He starts drumming his fingers at his side in anticipation.]

[swordboning]

It definitely is. But I'm not here to teach you about that.

[Hot chocolate, here we come, while the pancake is finishing up.]

[sugarcoats]

I like learning about the food stuff, too!

[Hot chocolate best chocolate, he is so glad.]

[swordboning]

I'm sure you do but I'm no teacher.

[Once the chocolate gets melted properly in the milk, he stirs up up well, adds some cream and marshmellows and passes it on over while finishing the rest of his food.]

[sugarcoats]

Oh, that's fine! I suppose being skilled enough to offer a lot of foods without even having a menu doesn't leave a lot of time for wanting to teach other people things anyway.

[Because he is a mature adult capable of making mature adult choices, he'll be fishing out a little melting marshmallow or two with his fingers and eating them.]

[swordboning]

Between this, my other job, and taking care of my Master, I really don't have much free time.

[Sadly. Well, unless while everyone was sleeping counted since he didn't sleep.

Flopping pancakes on a plate, by the way, and coating them with everything he asked for. Try not to get sick from having too much sugar, please.]

[sugarcoats]

Huh, that's very impressive. I think it's really admirable when people are that dedicated. Not everyone would be able to keep up with all of that.

[Those pancakes look like the best pancakes ever, and he's definitely eyeing them up while sipping his hot chocolate and making appreciate noises.]

[swordboning]

There's always something that impresses others.

[Knife and fork, check. Setting the plate in front of him]

[sugarcoats]

Is that a bad thing?

[Hot chocolate is getting set aside for the main event. Before he can start eating though, he has to take a moment to appreciate the beauty that is a junk food meal.]

This looks amazing, thank you so much!

[swordboning]

You pay for a service, you get it. So you don't need to thank anyone.

[sugarcoats]

[Cutting the pancakes into bite size pieces, he shakes his head.]

No, you still went through the trouble of making it. Even if it's a service, I still appreciate it. So, thank you!