Journeywoman Genevieve at the

Master Sea Hold

20th Day of Spring, Nineteeth Trun of the Tenth Pass, The Master Sea Hold

Kitchen

The broad, long rectangle of the hold kitchen bustles with constant activity. Cooks, apprentices, and drudges scurry from end to end both to feed the holders and crafters and to clean and wash each day's catch of fish. One wall is lined with firepits, each with its own pot or spit.

You see Cooks' Table here.

Genevieve is here.

Obvious exits: Dining Hall

Genevieve munches a banana, seated for the time being in her spot on the counter. She smiles at Trini when she sees the other Baker come in, tossing the remains of the fruit in her scraps bin. "Hi! Haven't seen you in a few days."

Kaetetrini comes into the kitchen, taking small steps, being careful not to avoid the morning rush of people getting ready for breakfast. The sky outside having just lighted, Trini's cloak is covered with dewdrops, her gold curls are damp, and her rosy cheeks are bright as redfruits. Trini nods to Gen, "Aye," she says with a shy smile, "How are ye, Gen?" She lingers at the door, as if she has to be invited to come in any farther.

Genevieve shrugs, "I'm pretty good. Want some klah?" She hops off the counter and pushes one of the dolphin appies away to get to the klah pot. "I had some of the sea-people make extra last night. They were in the way otherwise."

Kaetetrini lets out a giggle, and nods slowly, coming farther into the kitchen, and taking the rucksack, before now hidden, from her shoulder and puts it on the floor, "'Tis it always this busy?" she asks, watching the sloos of people walk in and out and about.

Genevieve shakes her head, "Not really. Only when the 'phin appies get food duty. I think they like it and bell duty the best." She pours the klah into a mug and carries it over to Kaetetrini, handing it to her. "Sit down and if you're hungry I'll get you something to eat."

Kaetetrini sinks into a seat, the dew on her hair and cloak beginning to bead and drip, "I havna eaten anythin' yet this mornin'," she says with a smile, "I'd like tha'..."

Genevieve grins, "And you're looking wet." The little cook pulls an apprentice over, telling him to get a plate for the Tillek cook and to get another to take her cloak. "I taught them to make klah-fried toast the other day and they want to make it all the time now." (OOC note: I think that's supposed to French toast? I always sprinkle cinnamon on it, so...)

Kaetetrini smiles broadly, taking off her cloak and handing it to the apprentice. Underneath it she wears not the normal dress and silk stockings that she does, but woolen tights, to protect her legs from the cold, and a long, plain skirt with <gasp> /no/ petticoats underneath it! Her tops is adorned by a gray sweater, in the patter of Tillek Hold, and her hair is tied back with a gray ribbon. "Klah-covered toast?" she asks, "Tha' sound good," she takes a sip of her klah and lets out a sigh as the warm liquid begins to warm up the premorning chill.

Kaetetrini watches enthusiastically, thought it's obvious she's not a great eater, she is /hungry/ having walked all the way from Tillek, with no breakfast. Daintily taking a bite, her red face breaks out into a delighted smiles, "It's delicious!" she exclaims, trying to keep herself from digging into it naughtily.

Genevieve smiles, taking a seat across from Kaetetrini after making sure the appies wouldn't burn the hold down any time soon. "Yeah, but it takes a lot of watching or it gets ruined rather quickly." The Baker pats the sleeping brown on her shoulder as she watches Trini eat for a second, before asking the question bugging her, "Any particular reason you decided to come down so early? I'd heard your mother let you go, but it /is/ early."

Kaetetrini takes another bite of her food, her own firelizards conspicuously absent, and chews very slowly. "I...ah," she takes another swig of her klah, her cheeks turning redder than they already are, "I left," she gets out quickly.

Genevieve sits still, staring at Trini, "You left? Whatever for?" An expression of concern crosses her face as she looks at her friend. "I thought that with your mother releasing you from the steward's care everything'd be a little better."

Kaetetrini shrugs, taking another sip of her klah, trying to be non-chalet. "My Auntie Vandra has been ill," she says using the familiar name for the Lady of Tillek, "and she pointed out I tried my mother..." she shrugs again, "so I decided it was time I went and got my Mastery...." her quiet voice trails off as she takes yet another sip of klah, wishing, at the moment, it was wine, despite it being so early in the morning.

Genevieve nods, "That's not as bad as I thought it'd be, really." Gennie relaxes in her chair and smiles again, "What're you doing for it?"

Kaetetrini shrugs again, obviously /not/ a lot of thought has gone into this, "I was thinking of making a cookbook," she starts, "with different recipes from all different places on Pern." Her cheeks flush again, what a dumb idea...but it's better than no idea.

Genevieve nods slowly, "That'd be great, actually. Then we could get recipes we've not seen or forgotten. More choices for things to cook." Stretching for her klah mug, forgotten on a shelf nearby, Gen carefully grabs a hold of it and puts it onto the table. "What kind of recipes do you want?"

Kaetetrini bites her bottom lip, she's not good at thinking on her feet, "Just ones about the area," she replies, "Like, if it was Tillek, it'd be...salted fish." She giggles, remembering how everyone was /so/ glad to get rid of salted fish when she took over the kitchen.

Genevieve nods slowly, "But wouldn't there be a lot of regular recipes, like not desserts or special things?" Gen hates fish and will not give one of those unless she has to. She much prefers desserts or breakfast things. Like the klah toast.

Kaetetrini ohs, "Well, what's a special thing, tha' only the Master Sea Hold makes?" she prompts, having liked her little idea, now that she's thought of it.

Genevieve grins, "Ambrosia. I know other people probably make it, but not in the quantities that I do." Gen giggles, "It has got to be my all-time favorite, well, food. It's fruity and sweet and creamy. I make a new batch every day."

Kaetetrini sighs, remembering well Gen's opinion of Ambrosia, "If y'really wanna give me Ambrosia," she smiles and shakes her head, "then I'll take th'Ambrosia." Her blue dance at the prospect of beginning her Mastery, even if it's humble beginnings are rather...well...humble.
\line Genevieve frowns, "Well, if you want something else, I could give you the recipe for one of those fish dishes I make." She sips form her klah mug, noting that it's already cold. "Or I could give you the one of the klah toast..."

Kaetetrini laughs, "The klah toast is good," she comments, looking at her now empty plate wistfully, "It's really whatever y'choose for it t'be, honestly." She smiles a warm, bright smile, her klah almost finished, and warming her up from the cold. Getting dry helps too, in that respect. "Y'give me what y'want t'give me."

Genevieve rolls her eyes, "Well, what would you want it to be? I mean, considering what everyone else might give you and all." She sips the cold klah and makes a face, wondering where the busy apprentices had one off to.

Genevieve stands and refills her mug with warm klah, "The toast would probably be nicest. Since it's a newer one for me. Want some more klah?" She sips from her own mug, looking questioningly at Trini.

Kaetetrini nods, the curls that have come loose from their binding bouncing slightly, "Aye," she mutters, leaning over and offering her mug to be refilled. "Klah toast, is tha' what y'call it?"

Genevieve nods, "Yeah. It's the only name I could think of." She refills Trini's mug, carrying the big pitcher to the table so she needn't getup again. "It's bread covered in an egg and butter mix and fried, and half way through the frying sprinkled with ground klah. Then when it's done, syrup can be put on top to sweeten it."

Kaetetrini squints her eyes, "Mmmmm," she says, remembering the taste in her mouth, "Y'could use it as a dessert too, I would think," she contemplates, "Can y'show me how t'make it?" Her face perks up expectantly.

Genevieve nods, standing with klah mug clutched tightly. "It's fairly simple, but you have to watch it so it doesn't burn."

Kaetetrini stands up, still holding on her own klah mug, "Show me?" she asks again, she could figure it out on her own, from the description she's gotten, but still...

Genevieve nods. "Would you mind getting an egg from the basket?" Gen's hand waves in the general direction of the egg basket as she retrieves the other ingredients needed. Let's see... Ground klah, bread, and butter. And of course, a bowl to mix the butter and eggs in. "If we're only doing one or two pieces, we only need one egg. So, I guess one egg for every two slices of toast?"

Kaetetrini shakes her head, putting her klah down, and reaching over to grasp an egg. "One egg for every two slices of toast," Trini repeats, bringing the one large brown wherry egg over, and handing it to the Master Sea Hold Head Cook.


Genevieve tries to remember why that doesn't sound right and shrugs, "You could also use one for every three slices. I never really count. A problem with me." She grins and puts the things on the counter before taking her mixing spoon from its hook. She struggles to find the right words to tell what the first step is, "I guess you should crack the egg, putting both the yolk and the whites into the bowl. And then mix in a little bit of butter. I don't know how much, but a really little bit to make it a tad thicker than it would be."

Kaetetrini laughs, and nods, understanding the gist of what Gen is saying, "And you cream it," she asks, her eyes on the mixing bowl with interest, nothing else, just egg and butter?"

Lilya frowns and tries to peek and see what's going on from the doorway then asks tentatively "What are you making?"

Genevieve turns, "Oh, just klah toast." She grins, "It's for Trini's cookbook." Gen does as she said, mixing the egg and butter quickly until it's even and a semi-thick liquidy thing. "Um, now you can sprinkle a very little bit of klah in if you want, but I don't. Instead I just dip the bread in." She stops, forgetting. "Oh, and you have to have your bread in slices. Can't be too thick or too thin." The toast had been made earlier and so enough sliced bread is ready. "You can't get the bread too soggy, but it has to be evenly covered."

Lilya nods her head "ohh, okay. Can I watch?>" she asks always ready to learn something new to add to her building knowledge.

Genevieve nods. "You can help, too, if you want. The next step is frying the gooey toast. I usually fry it half way on each side, then sprinkle klah on it and finish frying it."

Lilya eyes widen "Oh really! Thanks Genevieve!" she moves in to look and see what she can help with. She sees lots of food on the counter top and things cooking over the heat in a frying pan.

Kaetetrini watches with interest, as she's not participating, she moves over to the side, nodding her herself very so often, trying to put away amounts and times into her brain.

Genevieve demonstrates, frying the bread carefully, "The hard part is not burning it, but you get the hang of it after a while." She sprinkles the klah on after flipping the bread over, finishing after only a few minutes. "You also don't want it too wet."

Kaetetrini continues to nod, "So it shouldn't be brown," she asks, noting the color of the bread.

Lilya shakes her head "alright, so I just take the bread." she shows by picking up a piece , putting some klah on it and puts it into the pan watching it carefully, she is not quite sure when it will be just right so she will watch
it like a hawk.

Genevieve shakes her head, "Kinda golden." Gen pulls the pan off the fire and slips the bread onto a waiting plate, "Then let it cool a little, pour some syrup on it and it's ready to eat."

Lilya picks up a nearby spatula and checks her piece of bread, her lone piece of bread. She is proud of herself though. Peeking under the frying side she decides that it's pretty golden and flips it over listening to it sizzle on the pan.

Kaetetrini tilts her head to the side, "That's quick," she mutters, quick things are good, especially when cooking for large amounts of people. "What's the syrup made of?" She tasted, so she knows, but she figures, since this is an 'official' visit, she should be 'official' about it and asks outright.

Genevieve flushes and shrugs, "I think it's thickened sugar or something. I don't make it- I get my brother to fly me to Paradise so I can get it. Plus, I have an excuse to sit in on the vintners' classes."

Kaetetrini nods, she can recreate it anyway, so she smiles sweetly, "I'll pick it up when I see Sybil," she says softly.

Lilya stares at her bread and finally she looks under it again to see how it is doing. It looks just a little bit brown on that side but most of it is luckily still golden. Taking off the pan she puts it nicely on a plate and pours syrup over it then displays it for Trini and Genevieve "How's this?"

Genevieve nods, peering at the toast, "it looks good. A bit brown, but that's to be expected. Why don't you try it out?"

Lilya smiles and thinks that it looks pretty good . Tasting it she licks some extra syrup from her lips and mmms "It's good." she comments happily and takes yet another bite.

Genevieve grins. "That's the way it's supposed to be." She looks at Trini, "Is that all you need?"

Kaetetrini nods, "Unless," she flushes deep red, "you have a spare hide and ink."

Genevieve bites her lip, "Maybe... I don't usually keep it /here/, though. Might get ruined. Lemme run to my room and retrieve some." And off Gen dashes, running just enough to not appear too hurried.

Genevieve walks slowly in from the dining hall, hide in one hand and stylus in the other, "I have more if you need them." she says, handing the things over to Kaetetrini.

Kaetetrini shakes her head, "No, just the one is fine," she takes it with a grateful smile, she going to have to remember to get some before she moves on....and she supposes she needs another one to write a letter....later. She takes a seat, and begins writing down the recipe as shown to her, her tongue sticking out a bit as she writes.

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