Post by Peliot on Apr 1, 2009 16:49:15 GMT -5
Cordle was in the kitchens helping the preparations for a nice afternoon tea. His fur was already stained grey from where he had rubbed his floury hands on his head. He was making leek and potato pasties. The edges were crimped just right. He had stuffed each one almost to bursting while leaving a little room for the bread to expand during the cooking. He looked around for an oven paddle. Seeing none, he scratched his head. "Hey, has anyone seen a big oven paddle around here?"