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[sythyry]

Off Orrenning About [19 Chirreb 4261]

I haven't been to Tulterillo's for almost a year ... I took Strenata there when I was trying to seduce her at first, but I haven't been back. What a difference, going there in Orren shape with my sweet Orren boyfriend!

I finally go around to buying some good Orren clothes, including a sapphire-colored bustier and short skirt and matching Sir Glass sandals. (Sir Glass is glass that has been magically hardened, to the point of being something you dare wear on your feet at a dance. [OOC -- cowboy_r invented the spell, a long while ago. -bb]) It's a bit more than an Orren ordinarily might wear during Hot Surprise, but it looks good on me and I don't mind being hot.

Or maybe I just like blue.

Actually I didn't wear the sandals for very long -- I got blisters! I'm not used to wearing shoes. I'll have to get something more soft and comfortable if I go bipedding around more.

(Note to self: If any relatives come to visit, this clothing should be hidden well, perhaps in a roommate's closet. Dating Orren is bad enough. Being Orren, part-time, might not be well-received at all, especially when one is flaunting one's Orren boyfriend all over.)

Ilottat was his usual elegant self, with a harness of plum leather and a very short skirt. We stopped in a Rassimel shoeshop and got him a pair of plum-colored Sir Glass sandals on the way to the restaurant, just for fun and 'cause it was early, and what's the point of having a nice allowance if you can't stop to buy expensive silly things for no good reason now and then?

(Hint for those who take the rhetorical question literally: see this journal entry for the reason.)

Buying the shoes took quite a long time, though. I had to go in the dressing room to help Ilottat out, and I wound up spending two cley on two Cloak of Another God spells, and fulfilling clause 5. I'm sure the clerk in the shoestore knew approximately what was going on. One does not ordinarily need a private dressing room to buy shoes, after all. Still, when buying 28-lozen shoes, one might reasonably expect a bit of laignappe.

Anyways, we got to Tulterillo's a full hour late. Ilottat used his mighty powers as a Foreign Dignitary and as an Honorary Count and got us a table in under the ninth part of an hour -- ahead of the noble Baron Squesset Prawnce-Mahandy. I, from my own rank and station, would not be able to cut in line ahead of the noble Baron Squesset Prawnce-Mahandy.

We both had Tulterillo's Classic and Traditional Dinner for Orren Lovers -- the tasting menu. It is "Classic and Traditional" in the sense that they change it every few weeks, so, if you eat there often, you could get the same thing twice. They have a more adventurous tasting menu as well.

Food	Me	Ilottat
Amuse-Bouche	Candied eel scraps tied in knots around a tiny pungent pickled baby squash	Oysters stuffed with leeks and oregano, and deep-fried, and served with chili-arhoolie sauce.
Wine	Ste. Threnody. I drank a whole bottle of Ste. Threnody myself, over the course of dinner, just like a full-sized prime would. Very strange. Oh, and the wine was as good as you would expect, too.	A sangria, but with wine from the Grasiert vineyards in Girath. (Aradruiea, the next branch over. Not the most expensive or famous possible -- that's Darraden's style, not Tulterillo's -- but exotic and exciting.)
First Course: The Milds	Rainbow Trout, Tulterillo's style. Which is to say, the fillet was covered with a regular array of julienned vegetables and chiffonade of spices -- forming a whole rainbow from one end of the fillet to the other.	Incense-smoked busky. Busky is a very common fish -- you can catch them for free in the pond -- but it was smoked with alathzoin and, um, I can't remember what else, giving it a flavor that was simultaneously delicate yet incomprehensible, and delicious yet expensive.
Second Course: The Wilds	A bowl of live minnows in consommee, served with a little net and a spoon.	Five bite-sized live frogs in a bowl of sweet-and-sour sauce, served with a pair of tongs. Ilottat fed me one of them -- squirmy and delicious!
Third Course: The Milds	I was given a quiver of very very tender guntry steak holding twelve asparagus arrows, served with some sort of herbed cream sauce. Ilottat was given a bow made of a very stretched baked yam stuffed with forcemeat, and strung with a long noodle. This was a lovers' special; we had to share. It was pretty, and romantic, and tasty enough, but not as delicious as the other courses.
Fourth Course: The Wilds	A chili-infested zabouf fillet, served with creamed vegetables to cut the heat. I almost breathed fire after the first bite, Orren mouth or no Orren mouth!	A long braided thing, consisting of: one strand of blackscale eel, one strand of spiced scallop sausage, and one strand of ginger. It was tied around a big squash stuffed with slightly sweet and very cinnamonny cheese.
Dessert	Creme Brulee. Just plain creme brulee.	Chocolate-eel cake.

He kissed me on the front door of the Daukrhame Embassy. Jherrel was watching, and wagging her tail a bit.

Then we went back to his room and, despite being stuffed, I offered to fulfil part 5 of our agreement again, plus this and that elsewise. I am now sitting on the corner of his bed, with my tail curled around his wrist. He's asleep. I said I'd wake him up before I go, but I don't feel like leaving just yet.

Comments

[haikujaguar.livejournal.com]

This will end in tears, I tell you.

[perlandria.livejournal.com]

Do you think the savory wrap around a squash echo between your amuse-bouche and his 4th Wilds was deliberate?
And that was three cream things in your course, was it overwhelmingly reamy, or unnoticable in balance with the other flavors like the chili, and far enough away from the puckle amuse bouche that it wasn't curdley on the tongue?

[heavenscalyx.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

The echoing was deliberate -- the waiter said, "Here's your amuse-bouche ... excuse me, your fourth course."

The creams weren't overwhelming, except for the creme brulee, which is supposed to be. The creamed veggies were very very helpful, in fact.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Oh, the fourth course had some tears in it, let me tell you! The cream and cheese helped a lot though.

[haikujaguar.livejournal.com]

You do realize that him taking you out to dinner and tumbling you a couple of times doesn't substitute for actual love and respect, right?

He DID pay for dinner... didn't he?

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Taking me out to dinner and tumbling me a couple of times is a very good accompaniment to actual love and respect though! I recommend the combination to you, O Sleeth, should, by some chance, you ever find yourself somehow graced with the latter two.

[Bard apologizes. Sythyry's not on zir best behavior on this topic.]

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Oh, and yes, he did pay for dinner. I bought him the shoes though.

[haikujaguar.livejournal.com]

Forgive me, oh Zi Ri, for I have yet to see Ilottat treat you with love and respect... and without those things, dinner and being tumbled are things you do to a whore. A whore you think fondly of, perhaps, but still.

I am a most unusual Sleeth, you see.

[chipuni.livejournal.com]

I'm just glad that Ilottat is now going out, in public, with his 'girlfriend'. It's not perfect, or even great -- it would be better if Ilottat would be honest with who he's dating -- but it does give Sythyry and Ilottat a chance to be together and do things together.

That can help rebuild their relationship.

I have a question for you, O Zi Ri -- what would you think if, for the rest of Ilottat's life, the only way that you and Ilottat could be seen together is if you're cloaked as Noble Honey?

[haikujaguar.livejournal.com]

I do not think this relationship has a future worth building toward!

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I would be upset! I must come up with a better pseudonym than that.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

A Sleeth would not recognize love or respect if they bit her in the nose!

[Bard glances up at Denaist+Thestra as one counterexample. Sythyry remains blinded by prejudice on this topic, as on various others.]

[Bard also fights with LJ]

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I, too, think of it as a temporary relationship. One unlikely to last past an Orren lifetime.

[perlandria.livejournal.com]

Have you considered gifting him with a Cloak so you can fly around togeather as zi ri? I know that zi ri are rare enough that it would be harder to come up with a cover personality, but if you are going to pretend to not be dating, it would be better for you to be seen with someone 'else' as well. Besides, think of the fun of cuddling in an oven togeather.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I'm traff! Why would I want to cuddle with a Zi Ri?

[Bard rolls its eyes.]

[cowboy-r.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that what they're calling it, these days? I have to say, when I invented it, it was for weapons / armor purposes, rather than fashion, but hey... I'm easy. Y'wanna wear it as shoes, that's spiff.

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

Why wouldn't you want to cuddle with anyone at all, in any shape? I mean, Strenata isn't even traff, but that didn't stop her from cuddling Vae.

[chipuni.livejournal.com]

Ooooh! You do need a good, properly Orren name like "Pondspark" or "Murrmacia" or "Karagi" or "Bob".

[Note to Bard: Only translate the word "Bob" as "Move up-and-down in the water".]

[brynndragon.livejournal.com]

You might be pleased to know that it is still being used for such purposes on the branch I currently spend most of my time on. Here it is called Transparent Aluminum, and it is primarily used as armor since projectiles are cheap, easy to use, and quite deadly.

[zeeth_kyrah]

2d1 coming up... zero?!

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

For some reason, "Pondspark" strikes me as somewhat... dangerous.

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

I think that might be an optimistic estimate, personally.

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

A most elaborate meal!

Noble Honey does need a name post-haste; otherwise, it would be embarrassing to be presented as 'Illotat and ... guest.'

[zeeth_kyrah]

Better than "Frogdrowning".

[cowboy-r.livejournal.com]

I think the first thing I made of it was a mace. The game master looked at me in surprise, and said something along the lines of, "I never thought of combining those two spells that way!" Which goes to illustrate why we have playtesters, I suppose.

[haikujaguar.livejournal.com]

Ah... but what if this Sleeth is -also- using Cloak of Another God?

You should be careful judging others by appearances... Noble Honey.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Hmph! Hmph, I say!

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Not quite. You wanted to make a mace that was as good as possible for your spells, which could work with glass but not yet do much with metal. You said, "Can't I use Sustenoc Durudor to make the glass stronger?" or something like that. So, yeah, of course you can; that's the thing we hadn't realized. Hence the spell Sir Glass, that makes glass as strong as bronze.

We didn't use it for footwear in that game though. Stupid nobles.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Pondspark! Excellent!

[(Anonymous)]

Hrmph. Everyone knows that "Bob" is a Gormoror name. And a good one, at that. Hrmph.

[cowboy-r.livejournal.com]

Isn't it funny how, after only a handful of years, we have different memories about that?

What I really remember is that, after I invented it, the rest of the party wouldn't let me use it as trade goods!

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Oh, right! They wouldn't. Odd world, that.