Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-25363089-20171003044530

"Me? Pour rice? But I never..uh i mean..sure. How hard can it be its just rice right?.". Allen told the girls as he was surpised by the question and nervous at the same time. He was still supious of them. But if his sister was okay then so would he beside they needed their aid to save their parents. Though now he had to figure out how to pour rice into a pot. Something he had seen be done on tv and from his sister.

But other than that he had never touch a cooking untilice other than a spoon and milk for a bowl of ceral. ''This can't be too hard right? Its like Ceral just replace everything. I can do this..I can do this. ''He thought to himself as he grabbed a pot and put it on the burner and some rice. He then proceeded to fill the pot with water and put it on the burner; He then added the rice to it.

"Very good Allen. Now just turn it on high and let it bowl don't stur it or nothing for a while. A watch pot never boils as my culunary arts teacher would say. Which means you get to be the dish boy. Meaning you get to clean all the dishes. Go fill two buckets up one with soapy water and one with santize solution. Then Its a simple soak wash,rinse,dip and dry. Or WRDD for short. Got it? Repeat it. Do it. Now.".

Ilia order her brother as she handed him a few of her dirty dishes. "WRDD, Wash,Rinse,dip and dry. Soapy water, Santize water, Then dry.". Allen said to his sister as he then started to repeat it as he setted off to the back of the kitchen; Where the dishes could be clean. "An that ladies. Is how you train your brother to be a butler. He is gonna be at that stuff all night. That can be his payment for leaving me and for trying to steal some food.

As for me. I think we should do a taste test. make sure everything is just right.". Ilia told the girls as she grabbed a spoon and fork and went to each girl's station to get a taste of their dishes. "Alright Rina. lets start with you. Tell me what did you make? From what i see its rather lovely.". Ilia told Rina doing her best to imitate her cooking teacher even going as far as grabing a clipboard and pen as if she was gonna grade them or something."An yes I'll be grading you. You don't wanna be like one of my classmates.

He under cook a crab and he shouted at the kid. "That crab is so uncook its still walking!". An my teacher is yes The one and only Golden Rumsay. Atlas's greatest culinary artist.. Just kidding i'm not gonna judge. But my teacher is Golden Rumsay.". Illia joked with the girls as she put the clipboard down as she told them that she was in fact a student of a strict teacher.

-Mean while-

Back at base camp Nickelae had just gotten his hair dyed the color of the MSL Guard. "Good now we just need to cut it.". Margrit told her son as she nodded in approval to her handy work. "No not my hair! It took me years to grow it this long.". Nickelae told his mom as he tried to fend her off with sand.

"Oh stop complaining. Now come here before i beat you with singing death.". Margrit threaten her son as she grabbed him and with scissors in hand started to cut his hair to piecies until it started to take the form of the MSL trooper's. "NO! NO!". Nickelae cried in protest as his mom kept cutting away. "Struggle and I will cut a ear off or worst.

Now stop crying! Its just hair. It will grow back unlike your sash..MIster. Your still gonna hunt something to replace the one you destroyed.". Margrit told her son as she punched him in the back of the head. "Ouch! Yeah this still sucks. Do I have to wear the uniform?".

"Yes do you see anyone else that fits him phyic? No and seeing if one of the ladies will do it. Is wrong we caught a man it needs to be a man. So suck it up or i'll spray you with ice water.". Margrit told her son as her hand glowed to. Which nickelae gulped in fear and from then on obeyed his mom's words.