RW Abbey: Kitchen ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Abbey's Kitchen is a long and narrow room with five large fireplaces set in one wall, and two impressive, wood burning, iron stoves on the opposite wall. Several rest in here, flanked by a whole array of shelves and cupboards that serve to hold day-to-day cooking supplies and utensils.

It is a sad sight to find Redwall's Kitchen, known far and wide for the feasts it produces, almost completely empty of its equally famous cooks and special dishes. Only a couple bags of flour and jars of preserved fruit sit here amid several baskets of nuts and berries. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Exits: [Wine] Cellar, [G]reat [H]all, [C]avern [H]ole, [Ki]tchen [P]ath, [Pan]try, [Sc]ullery, [La]rder

Snowflower smiles while taking some fruit. She munches it slowly while taking a sip of her cordial. Swallowing, "Oh I've been alright I suppose. I don't really have much to do in the infirmary."

Posco nods as he glances at the pie, still baking in the oven. He waves his bandaged paw and grins. "Wull, rest nevur hurt no beast, oi wager." His soft booming chuckle fills the room and he nods outside. "Oi'm almost done wid 'ee durrs.... oi do thoink oi'll git sume gudd beast tah carve a nice bit o' wurds en em. Tah wulcome travullurs an homewurd bound beasts." He rubs his chin. "H'or maybe ah couple noice pictures o' Redwallurs... somethin' loiek thut. Whut d'yeh thoink, Mizz Snow?"

Snowflower takes a sip of the cordial finding it quite nice. Tilting her head in thought, "Hmmm....well I think that having some sort of saying would be nice and then maybe at the bottom there could be a carving of Martin."

Posco bobs his head. "Hurr, et does zound noice, et does!" He remarks and pushes himself out of the chair, stepping over to the oven. He grabs the oven staff and grips it tightly, shoving it quickly un the pie. "Boi moi diggun claw! Usually takes 'bout three molers tah get 'ee gurt pie out! But burr, this moler cin do et." He grunts with effort and lifts the pie out, balancing it on the end of the staff with great talent. "Burr hurr!" He exclaims with a laugh and sets it on the counter heavily. "They'm dun't call moi Foremole furr nuttin', Mizz Snowflower!" He says with a wink.

Snowflower giggles at his actions, "Yes I see why you are the Foremole, Posco."

Posco snorts and shakes his head. "Ho... yus yus... though not officully! Soon soon, oi hope!" He waves a cloth over the pie, trying to cool it. With his other paw (bandaged, but feeling better) He reaches for the cup of cream. Carefully the mole pours the cream all over the pie, makign sure not to miss an inch.

Snowflower smiles while lying back on her pillows, "Well still I'm sure you'll make a wonderful Foremole though. Hmmm, that pie smells very good Posco. I can't wait to try it. Posco opens a cubbard and fishes for a spoon. Finding the largest the kitchen had, he moves over to the pie and grabs a bowl. "Ho! Oi thoink you'll loike et, mizz. Though, b'aint loike normul pie... 'tis easten much loike ah stew!" He ladels some steaming pir in a bowl and grabs a small spoon, taking it over to her. Posco sets it down in front of her. "Hurr yeh h'arr, Mizz Snow!"

Snowflower sits up and takes the bowl and spoon, "Thank you Posco." She dips the spoon into the bowl and takes a bite, "Hmmm tastes deliciously." She continues to eat the pie finding it quite delicious.

Posco blushes. His cheeks have a bit of a redish tint. It's obvious the mole is embarrassed. "Ho no no... 'tis ah vury quick pie... rushed, iffen yeh wull!" He says and then points over to the counter, "Moight not 'arve 'nuff cream. Oi cin make sume more, iffen yeh want?"

Snowflower shakes her head, "Oh don't be so modest. Its really quite good, and its perfect the way it is. Could you get me some more cordial please thought?"

Posco looks at the empty flagon and does a double-take. "Burr! Whurr h'arr moi manners! Hurr hurr, take moi." He pushes over his own flagon that he haden't touched.

Snowflower places her empty bowl down while looking at Posco, "But won't you get thirsty Posco?"

Posco chuckles. "Heavuns no, Mizz. Oi'm not h'even hungered. Oi made 'ee poie furr 'ee Redwallurs to h'enjoy!"

Snowflower nods while taking the flagon. She takes a few big sips before placing it down again, "Well tis the best pie I've ever tasted."

Posco shuffles his feet under his chair and lets his gze drop. The moles tried to surpress a smile. "Hurr... you'm must not've had muny poies, mizz Snow!"

Snowflower leans back on her pillows, "Oh I have but I liked this one the best. You should make one for the next nameday feast."

Posco scratches his head. "Nameday... hurr... whun does thut take place?" He inquires, popping a lone strawberry into his mouth.

Snowflower tilts her head in thought, "Oh I'm not sure but I think it is soon. You should ask Teko. He's helping to plan it."

Posco licks the sticky juice from his claw and nods. "Hrrmm, yes. Thut does zound loike fun! Oi shall 'arve to attend!"

Snowflower smiles, "This will be my first one. I'm really excited about it actually."

Posco streaches out, yawing a bit. "Hmm yus yus. Oi bulieve thurr wuz 'un last seazon... but oi wuz out 'en ee wudds, gettin supplioes furr 'ee wintur!"

Darklett arrives from the Great Hall.. Darklett has arrived.

Darklett strolls into the kitchen with something other than social relations in his mind(or should we say stomach?), and therefore is somewhat nonplussed by the presence of other beasts. "Hello."

Snowflower glances up from her cot to see Darklett arrive. Rising up she smiles, "Hi there."

Posco's eyes shoot up to the hare. "Ho no!" He moans, scrambling up. "Moi deepor 'n e'er poie b'aint be able tah be eatun whole by h'any beast.. save 'un...!" He points dramatically at Darklett. "... a hare!"

Darklett looks aghast at the space right behind Posco. GASP! "Look behind you, quick!"

Snowflower breaks out in laughter at Posco's comment.

Posco turns on heel. "Whut? Whut? Oi dun't soi h'nything!" He remarks, sneaking a wink at the squirrelmaid.

Darklett swiftly swipes a piece of fruit as Posco is looking away.

Snowflower leans back laughing still at the two's antics.

Posco turns and narrows his eyes. "Whoi you lil' scamp! Oi soi 'ee fruit juice h'all 'er yurr mouth! Shame on yeh, Zurr!" He shakes a claw and snorts. "Now you'm wull arve tah eat sume o thut yonder poie tah repay furr thut fruit, y'hear?"

Darklett jumps at being caught, but then he stares blankly at Posco for a second. He's obviously trying to calculate whether that was a punishment or not in his head. All he knows is that he just got offered more food, just for eating food. Seems like a good deal. "Well, thanks, I'm sure it's a great pie, molechap." He places himself before the pie, looking at the mole again, quizzically, questioning his motives one last time... Until he's interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach. He digs in.

Snowflower slowly stops her laughing while reaching for her drink. She takes a few sips of her drink before placing it back down. Glancing over at Darklett, "You looked famished. Didn't you eat earlier today?"

Posco chortles, almost falling over in his chair. He continues and manages to breath to a stop, wiping tears from his eyes. "Yeh've just arsked ah hare whoi 'ee boi hungered! Ho ho ha! Gudd'un Mizz Snow!" He continues laughing, bainging a fist on the table lightly. Darklett pauses from his own personal pie eating contest to nod slowly at Snowflower. He tries to think how him eating earlier and him being hungry -now- is connected, but all he cares about is the pie before him. He starts stuffing his face again.

Snowflower shakes her head watching him, "You're going to get sick by eating so fast you know."

Posco's laughter dies down and he looks admirably at the hare. "Hurr! B'aint nuttin' tah enjoy yurr cookin' thun ah hungered hare!" Posco remarks to himself with a last chuckle.

Darklett stops again to nod furiously at both Snowflower and Posco. "Yes, I will get sick, but yes, this is wonderful pie, Posco!" He does, however, slow his pace a little. "So, what have you two been doing with yourselves all day?"

Snowflower frowns slightly, "Nothing really. I've been in the infirmary all day till Posco brought me down here to eat some pie."

Posco shrugs, rising from the chair. "Not much frum fixin' oop door wayz h'all day. Almost h'all ee doors boi fixed!" He says happily, walking towards the great hall he turns and tips his hat. "Pardon fer moi leavin, but oi've ad an awful long day. An' thankee fer 'ee complament!" He nods at Dark. He looks to Snow. "Yeh arve ah good night an oi do 'ope thut footpaw gets bedder!" He turns to walk out but stops, turning again. "Hurr, a'fore oi go, anudder good fortune ferr 'ee hare! You'm get ee wunnerful job o carryin' mizz Snowflower thurr oop to 'ee 'firmary!"

Snowflower waves to Posco as he exits, "G'night Posco. Thank you for the pie it was quite wonderful."

Darklett smiles, shrugging. "I've gotten so used to it, it doesn't seem like a job anymore. Well, you have a good night as well, Posco." After he leaves, he turns to Snowflower. "Good chap, that

Posco. Better cook." He picks up another piece of pie. "So, how's the old ankle feeling?"

Snowflower glances down at her ankle, "Well it hasn't bothered me today but then again I've been in bed."

Posco snorts from the far kitchen doorway. "Oi hurd thut, yeh cheeky hare!" He exits, and his booming laugh echos faintly to their ears.