[OPEN] Crepe Shoot

[Grayson]

Every now and again Semaca's cooks would do something a little different, and today, it seemed, was one of those days. Everyone coming in for breakfast was greeted by a banner - actually just words painted on a piece of scrap sailcloth - saying 'PANCAKE DAY'.

The tables on which breakfast was usually served had been pushed forward and spirit stoves set up, each with a large frying pan on top; a rope split the queues in two, and serving platters were being filled as fast as they were being emptied; smaller, fatter pancakes on one side and larger, flatter pancakes on the other.

"Pick yer poison, me hearties!" Silver's voice could be heard above the usual hubbub, the one-legged cook at one of the frying pans. "Will it be Benden-style or Tillek-style? Will you have fruit or sugar, preserves or cream, bacon or eggs, or something else entirely? Will you go for what you know or try something different? Because us in the kitchens, we get sick of making the same old meatrolls every day too."

That the preserved food currently out to be eaten was the last of last year's efforts, and it needed to be eaten up anyway? That the fresh fruit was in season and there was a particular glut of what was on offer, and it was only going to go to waste? That the milk and the eggs had been being overproduced for weeks, and needed eating? None of that mattered.

Happy Pancake Day, Semaca!

[Dragon]

Pancakes? There was no question which line Cyan was getting in; being originally from Tillek, he'd love some nice Tillek-style pancakes. He was practically salivating at the thought, actually. Stepping into the line for the flatter, larger cakes from his native hold, Cyan was more excited for his breakfast-dinner than he had been in a while.

He knew exactly how he wanted it, too. Cream with fresh fruit, maybe a touch of sugar ... and shards, he was looking forward to it. He was eager to get to the front of the line, and he could feel Cyask's amusement at his excitement.

Shut it, I haven't had these in turns.

I didn't say anything.

Finally, he was at the front, and Cyan peered eagerly at the options. "Can I get two? With cream and fruit and a pinch of sugar? I haven't had these since I left home." His mother's had been spectacular.