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28 December 2017 @ 11:30 am
_Cooking Hot_ part 4  
  Then he finished loading the dish washer.

Three people wanting steaks, and it looked like he was done . . . Except for Ra'd walking in, talking to Ajha, Paer and Fean behind them, giggling about something.
Ebsa grinned. The perfect judges! Five emu steaks coming up!

"So, you're still the Mess Chief?" Ajha grinned as he loaded up on fresh salad greens.

"Well, someone has to feed them—of course I seem to also be feeding most of the local Directorate staff as well. I'll probably get reamed by my boss for unauthorized cooking."

"I'll . . . allocate some funds this direction." Ajha sighed. "Subdirector. I ought to have run screaming as soon as Izzo uttered those horrible words."
Ra'd snickered. "There's worse  . . . maybe. Izzo said he needed to talk to someone about changing the training at the school. And admissions to the team training track especially."

"Oh." Ajha shuddered. "That's a swamp that needs draining. But it'll involve small scale politics, mass firings, and real backstabbing. Hopefully not on the scale Izzo just dealt with. Poor man looks sick, when he lets it show."

Ebsa flipped his experimental steaks. Grabbed plates and loaded veggies, then the steaks. Turned off the grill. "Let's grab a table. Everyone else is on their own."

/// I'm going to have to try to find some emu. Because I haven't a clue. So the rest of dinner gets written later.///

The list totalled up . . . impressively. And returned promptly with a signed authorization order and a payment code.

Ebsa got out his comp and started making calls from it.

"Souvenir Specialties. How may I help you?" A female voice full of forced good cheer."

"I need a large order delivered in ten days. Do you have those 12 centimeter unicorn plates in stock?"

"Oh yes. How many do you need?
"Ten thousand."

"Ten . . . thousand . . . " Cheer replaced by bogglement. "Let me check . . . "

A long silence . . .

Then a male voice. "You actually want ten thousand of the One Damned things? I can throw them on the truck and deliver them to you today if you're anywhere near the corridor network."

"Yes, sir. I need them delivered to the Empire's embassy on the Embassy World. If your truck won't fit through a gate . . . " Ebsa paused at the choking sound, then decided to just keep going. "I can give you a Gate City address."

"I can drive a gate." He sounded breathless. "But . . . authorizations and stuff . . . isn't there a lot of security?"

Ebsa started tapping at his comp. "Do you know the license of your truck? Right. I'm sending you the pass, follow the delivery signs to the security gate and they'll have your data already. If you've never driven a gate, ask them for a driver."

I thought that would be the hard part! So, what do I need next, oh a means to cook everything. Right, and some idea of where we're doing this and how much space we'll need. And I suppose I'd better go chat up the chefs in the Ministry restaurant.

He stepped into the beautiful big ultra modern kitchen and sighed in appreciation. The men in white turned to scowl at him.

"Chef Unda? I'm . . . "

"A One damned effing nuisance who actually think he can show me how to make a proper sauce?" The big red faced man glared, teeth on edge. "Get. Out. Of. My. Kitchen!"

"Oh Dear. So, Ambassador Ashe is less than diplomatic at home?"

Oh crap, I can't do this alone!

"What do you think of this cooking challenge?"

More teeth showing. "That he ought to have let us handle it, not turned it over to a social climbing Upcomer Closey Bastard from some obscure little clan in South America. You don't even have a cert from your own precious little school."

Ebsa ran a hand through his hair. "Do you know . . . I don't think you've missed a single possible insult, there." I think I'd rather do this all alone! "I wonder if we can get enough space for two Oner . . . booths or whatever . . . unless you think I'll show you up?"
ekuah on December 28th, 2017 10:45 pm (UTC)
Ebsa already knows...
... he won't get any help from that chef.

So probably it would be more in character if he shoots back (verbally).

"I did not choose this assignment. I'm cooking as hobby for my friends,
when I'm not offworld killing T-rex
or rescuing students and hunting Healos across
or doing honor-guard duty for prophet Emre."
(All while dropping his glow shield)

Sorry Pam. But every character should have his sore point and stand up for his own pride.
And Ebsa may be a social climbing Upcomer Closey Bastard from some obscure little clan in South America.
But he have learned to cook from childhood on.
And that 'full of himself' chef needs to learn his mistake.
(Anonymous) on December 28th, 2017 11:56 pm (UTC)
RE: Ebsa already knows...
But it's Ebsa! He's going to do his darndest to convince that chef to help him and appreciate the opportunity while he's at it.

And, judging from his track record, succeed. If he moved to Comet Fall they'd make him the God of Persuasion. Or Con Artists. Thank um, whomever they don't have telemarketers there!

ekuah on December 29th, 2017 01:14 am (UTC)
Re: Ebsa already knows...
But Ebsa also know when it is a lost cause.
We already witnessed him going around stubborn superiors.
Maybe he could ask Nighthawk to give that chef a serious case of goat-flu.
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on December 28th, 2017 11:13 pm (UTC)
You may find it easier to find Ostrich than Emu.

Neither I think have really large steaks?

In the Multiverse Dodo, Elephant Bird and Passenger Pigeon may be available - ask Damien and his sister.

But !subplot! a Empire customs official may forbid the import of extinct and endangered species.
(Anonymous) on December 29th, 2017 01:14 am (UTC)
No problem, the contest is in the plaza, so the meat need never enter the Empire. Of course when the President is told that he cannot serve the winning meal at a state dinner because it is illegal to import, interesting things may happen.
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on December 29th, 2017 01:19 am (UTC)
Re: Customs
The food has to be stored and cooked somewhere.

In a bubble?
matapampamuphoff on December 29th, 2017 02:17 am (UTC)
Re: Customs
I think Ebsa is (1) going to show up the uppity chef in the Cook off. (2) going to decide that emu is not actually the best way to show off traditional Oner Cuisine. and (3) Uppity Chef is going to over hear something and run off and buy all the emu . . .