Video ☆ Second Page ☆ Cooking Lessons?

[noctuagoetia]

Type: Video
Sender ID: noctuagoetia (Stolas)
To: Public
Subject: Cooking Lessons.
Warnings: None besides awkward bird


[There was hesitation as the goetia stared at his shellphone. There was a burning question he wanted assistance with but also wanting to keep it from this imp roommate. Was there a way to filter who saw? He rarely touched the thing other to message Blitzø...


Pushing a few keys, experimenting, he turned on the video fed. Two pairs of red eyes blinked back as surprise washed across his owlish face. Welp, guess we're doing this. Stolas just hoped that maybe Blitzø was occupied with other things to see.


Raising a hand, he waved his talons at the screen forcing a smile.]


Hello there. I think this is the first time I've addressed everyone in this manner since being here.

I have seen come on here to ask for advice, which is the reason why I'm signing on. There wouldn't be someone here who knows how to cook and would be willing to teach me? Sadly my ability barely goes past pouring a bowl of cereal with milk. [He reaches up to flatten the plumes on the top of his head, his eyes drifting to the side.] Since I'm... living with someone, I want to try my hand a it. To be a good roommate!

If anyone is willing to help, I would appreciate it.

Comments

[madeofmirrors]

We'll see how the cooking goes.

[He may be serious, he may not.]

Your name is Stolas. [And you look like an owl. Surely that's a coincidence.] Well, it's a pleasure.

[noctuagoetia]

Oh! Right... Of course. I-it was mostly teasing anyway.

[His boyish enthusiasm wilts back. There he goes again, getting ahead of himself. Clearing his throat, Stolas recenters, holding himself up in the manner an ex-prince should.]

Likewise. [He repeats.] Is there anything else I should prepare besides the wine? Such as any specific cookware I need to provide, or will you?

[madeofmirrors]

I wasn't. And depending on your taste in wine, I might be persuaded to take the tour with you regardless. We'll see.

[He shakes his head.]

I'll handle the rest. [He's not sure Stolas would know what he was referring to even if he described it.]

[noctuagoetia]

I will try not to disappoint.

[Okay, his ex-princely pride is at stake. He was not going to let him down.]

Alright, if you're sure. I will search for the wine on my end. Message me when you have yours settled?

[madeofmirrors]

And I'll try not to set the bar too high.

[It's spoken as a jest.]

Will do. I look forward to it.

[And he actually...did?]