Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-12599067-20160629033450

After about half an hour of leaning forward on the counter waiting for something to happen, Samedi decided that if the old cook was a no-show, he might as well start to make himself comfortable and get ready to start cooking. He removed his satchel and set it down on the counter, then dug through it for a second to find what he was looking for. It wasn't hard --  it was easily one of the bigger items in his somewhat large bag.

It was a brass hanging censer, admittedly somewhat small and plain in appearance but enough to suit his needs regardless. It was one of four items that he'd brought with him on his journey, mostly because he couldn't leave them at the college and didn't really have anywhere else to keep them, truthfully. The censer was probably the least impressive of all these items, as it didn't actually work without anything to burn. However, just about anything burned inside of it created a strong but sweet scent that was similar to sandalwood. The enchantment itself could be called "unique" at best and "just plain stupid" at worst, but Samedi rather liked it. It was the first item he'd ever enchanted and the scent helped him focus. Plus, as an added bonus, he found that people typically tended to ease up whenever the incense was burning, probably because of the scent. Typically, it was much easier to make good impressions or negotiate with people when they were more relaxed, it seemed.

Which was why he brought it out in the first place. First of all, he'd rather like the added focus, since he hadn't cooked in a while and wasn't sure what exactly he should make given their current stockpile, seeing as he didn't want to waste too much food nor end up making something incredibly bland on his first day as the ship's new cook/cook's assistant. Secondly, the incense might help him settle in to the new space; he knew he'd already run afoul of some people on board, but if people were well-fed and relaxed, they were generally happier and easier to talk to. And if they were easier to talk to, it was easier to make good impressions on people, which would make his life on the ship easier as a whole.

He dug through his bag until he pulled out a couple decently-sized lumps of charcoal, tossed one in, and set to work trying to find out what to cook.