The kitchens sounded more appealing with every passing minute, it was a chance to eat fresh food that hadn't been spoiled by incompetance or aged too greatly. You found yourself wondering just how you would explain that you were taking raw fish from the kitchens though if you were asked. A little thought on the matter betrayed that you weren't exactly sure how you would, though you were sure you would think of something when it came to it.
You paused before a mirror as you made your way towards the kitchens, ignoring how greatly cracked the surface of it was from the various mishaps that this place saw as you paused to check your apperance.
You didn't see anything immediately wrong.
You were dressed correctly, the clothing did little to put you on display, your hair was in an acceptable state and your cheeks looked almost rosy. You sat there staring for a few long moments as this sank in.
Your cheeks had colour.
It dawned on you that you were getting attention because you appeared to have such a healthy looking complexion, one that you knew for a fact you had lost when you had become one of the enlightened. You vaguely recalled how Eurochkoles talked about how pale you were, how that was an effect of the fact you had ichor instead of blood now. This meant one thing, you realised. You hadn't quite managed to cleanse all the blood from yourself.
People were paying attention to you as you were less unnatural looking, that was getting you more attention than you were comfortable with. You figured that this could easily be remedied however, that you could take another bath once you had eaten.
Eating was your top priority right now.
You set off on your way again to the kitchens, hurrying past a number of men carefully carting boxes towards the labs for their next big experiment. You didn't stop to find what it was, though you had a good idea that it wasn't exactly something they should have been wheeling around like this. You were suprised quite frankly, that they didn't suffer more casualties in their search for bigger and flashier explosions, in their quest to make the most impractical and overly complicated devices.
You stepped into the kitchens as you reached them, glancing about as you took note of the disinterested people on duty in them. People who were preparing the meals that you had come to expect by now, meals with no flavour, no enthusiasm, no soul. They were barely able to prepare basic, tasteless mush, barely able to make something you could call a meal.
You didn't want to spend longer than you needed to around these people, though you found that they were none too pleased to have you under their feet, making the job that they hated all the less appealing to them than it already was. At least once you had made it clear that you would be out of the kitchens once you had prepared something quick, they were happy to get out of your way.
You found the raw fish was already cut into fillets and on ice, though you couldn't identify it from its distinctive pink colouration. You weren't too familiar with any type of fish beyond whatever white fish was in the markets when you had gone there before...
Before you became this way.
You knew that you needed to make some effort to prepare the food, something to make it look like you were preparing some form of special raw fish dish. A pair of fillets were cut into thin strips, the strips were set in patterns on a plate. At first the patterns were just wiggling lines, though as you got more involved in this, you started setting patterns of them out in almost flower like arrangements.
Before the others knew that you were done, you were gone.
You had even managed to pinch a half empty bottle of wine from beneath their noses.
As you made your way back to your room, you told yourself you'd take a long bath after this, then you just had to decide what to do with the rest of the day, unless of course, you planned to sleep the meal off and sneak out at night.
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