The Cook's Assistant

[Rune_Warrior]

The Cook's Assistant

 

I approached the castle kitchen, curious of the distressed yells emanating from inside. I opened the door and stepped in, noticing the cook pacing back and forth with a rolling pin in hand. I coughed to get his attention and the cook looked up at me.

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you come in. I’m sorry about the noise. Just some kitchen business is all. What have you come for, some food perhaps? I’m sure I have some leftovers somewhere,” said the cook as he rummaged around behind some crates in a corner of the room. He lifted up a bunch of bananas and handed them to me. Much to his astonishment, I handed them back.

 

“I didn’t come here for food. I came here to see what the problem is. Is there some way I can help?” I said to him.

 

“Well, there is the problem of the Duke’s birthday. You see, I didn’t manage to get the ingredients to make the Duke’s cake. The general store is all out and my supplier doesn’t come around until next week but the Duke’s birthday will be long gone by then. I don’t suppose you could collect my ingredients for me?” replied the cook.

 

“Sure, what can I get you?” I answered, rubbing my palms together. The cook put his hand in his apron pocket and took out a crumpled piece of papyrus. He handed the piece of papyrus to me and on it, scribbled with ink is listed three ingredients, an egg, a bucket of milk and a pot of flour.

 

“Here is a bucket and a pot so you don’t have to buy anything. I’m sure you can find the ingredients out in the countryside. Good luck,” said the cook.

 

“Why don’t you go get them yourself?” I asked him.

 

“I’m busy preparing other food for the birthday. You can’t have a birthday with just a birthday cake you know.” He answered. I nodded and went outside. Asking a local resident for directions on how to get the three ingredients, I was given the location of three farms, each providing the three ingredients weekly to the Lumbridge general store. I went to the dairy farm first, crossing the bridge and walking cautiously through Goblin territory but thankfully, they left me alone, giving me cold hard stares.

 

I pushed through a gate indicated on my map as the dairy farm and found myself in a field with mooing cows and calves grazing on green grass. I went to a group of cows tied to posts on the ground with a woman milking one of them.

 

“How do you do stranger?” she said as she stood up from the stool she was sitting on.

 

“Fine, I’m just here to get some milk. The general store ran out.” I answered her.

 

“That’s a shame. Well, if you want milk, you’ll have to get it yourself. I’m quite busy preparing another shipment to the general store and I can’t spare you a bucket of milk,” she said as she gestured towards her stool and walked away with two buckets of milk on a pole around her shoulders. I sat down and set my bucket on the ground under the cow. It mooed as I poked its udder which swayed heavy with milk. I wasn’t quite sure what to do now so I milked the cow exactly as I saw many

farmers do it in my childhood. I was nervous the cow would kick me with its back legs just like in many tales told by bards to children. When I was done, I wiped my brow with my sleeve and picked up my bucket, going back to the castle kitchen and handing it to the delighted cook.

 

“Two more and you’ll be done.” He reminded me. I checked my map and headed towards a chicken farm, just above the dairy farm. I swung through a wooden gate and found myself in a forest of chickens of different colours. I met with the farmer in charge and asked him if I could get an egg.

 

“Sure, I’ll even give it to you for free if you get it yourself as I’m busy preparing another shipment to the general store,” he said to me.

I agreed and shook hands with him to seal the deal. I waded through the forest of chickens and occasionally bent down to look for eggs. I shooed away a hen and to my delight, a shiny egg lay underneath. I grabbed my treasure and put it carefully in my backpack.

 

I waved goodbye to the farmer as I went to the final farm, which contains the only windmill in all of Lumbridge. It was for public use so no permission from the head farmer was needed. I went in with a handful of grain collected from a field outside. Many people were dipping their pots in a big bowl-like structure in the middle of the room. When the crowd dispersed, the bin was empty, not even a tiny grain of flour was left. I looked around and saw a ladder leading further up the windmill. I climbed up and up to the final floor. Once up the ladder, I poured my grain into the hopper and pulled a lever near it as strange whirring sounds could be heard. I went down to ground level and collected my hard earned flour with my pot.

 

With both ingredients in hand, I travelled back to the castle kitchen, nearly dropping my egg climbing up the castle steps. I burst through the kitchen door and laid the ingredients on the table. The cook’s face lighted up as he saw my ingredients.

 

“Thank Saradomin, I’m saved, thank you adventurer.” He cried gleefully. I rubbed my hands in satisfaction, taking in the feeling of helping people I craved for.

 

“Does this mean I get to go to the birthday party?” I asked the cook, hoping he would say yes.

 

“Err... well... the Duke only allows invited guests but I guess I could fit you in.” He answered. My heart lifted as he said those words.

The following day, the castle was filled with decorations and entertainers. I entered the kitchen and went to the cook.

 

“Thank you for allowing me to come.” I thanked him, eager to have fun. Much to my astonishment, he hands me a plate of roasted chicken and directs me to the dining room, where rowdy nobles drink and feast.

 

“Deliver these and come back. There’s more dishes for you to serve.”

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  Rune_Warrior said:

The Cook's Assistant

 

I approached the castle kitchen, curious of the distressed yells emanating from inside. I opened the door and stepped in, noticing the cook pacing back and forth with a rolling pin in hand. I coughed to get his attention and the cook looked up at me.

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you come in. I’m sorry about the noise. Just some kitchen business is all. What have you come for, some food perhaps? I’m sure I have some leftovers somewhere,” said the cook as he rummaged around behind some crates in a corner of the room. He lifted up a bunch of bananas and handed them to me. Much to his astonishment, I handed them back.

 

“I didn’t come here for food. I came here to see what the problem is. Is there some way I can help?” I said to him.

 

“Well, there is the problem of the Duke’s birthday. You see, I didn’t manage to get the ingredients to make the Duke’s cake. The general store is all out and my supplier doesn’t come around until next week but the Duke’s birthday will be long gone by then. I don’t suppose you could collect my ingredients for me?” replied the cook.

 

“Sure, what can I get you?” I answered, rubbing my palms together. The cook put his hand in his apron pocket and took out a crumpled piece of papyrus. He handed the piece of papyrus to me and on it, scribbled with ink is listed three ingredients, an egg, a bucket of milk and a pot of flour.

 

“Here is a bucket and a pot so you don’t have to buy anything. I’m sure you can find the ingredients out in the countryside. Good luck,” said the cook.

 

“Why don’t you go get them yourself?” I asked him.

 

“I’m busy preparing other food for the birthday. You can’t have a birthday with just a birthday cake you know.” He answered. I nodded and went outside. Asking a local resident for directions on how to get the three ingredients, I was given the location of three farms, each providing the three ingredients weekly to the Lumbridge general store. I went to the dairy farm first, crossing the bridge and walking cautiously through Goblin territory but thankfully, they left me alone, giving me cold hard stares.

 

I pushed through a gate indicated on my map as the dairy farm and found myself in a field with mooing cows and calves grazing on green grass. I went to a group of cows tied to posts on the ground with a woman milking one of them.

 

“How do you do stranger?” she said as she stood up from the stool she was sitting on.

 

“Fine, I’m just here to get some milk. The general store ran out.” I answered her.

 

“That’s a shame. Well, if you want milk, you’ll have to get it yourself. I’m quite busy preparing another shipment to the general store and I can’t spare you a bucket of milk,” she said as she gestured towards her stool and walked away with two buckets of milk on a pole around her shoulders. I sat down and set my bucket on the ground under the cow. It mooed as I poked its udder which swayed heavy with milk. I wasn’t quite sure what to do now so I milked the cow exactly as I saw many

farmers do it in my childhood. I was nervous the cow would kick me with its back legs just like in many tales told by bards to children. When I was done, I wiped my brow with my sleeve and picked up my bucket, going back to the castle kitchen and handing it to the delighted cook.

 

“Two more and you’ll be done.” He reminded me. I checked my map and headed towards a chicken farm, just above the dairy farm. I swung through a wooden gate and found myself in a forest of chickens of different colours. I met with the farmer in charge and asked him if I could get an egg.

 

“Sure, I’ll even give it to you for free if you get it yourself as I’m busy preparing another shipment to the general store,” he said to me.

I agreed and shook hands with him to seal the deal. I waded through the forest of chickens and occasionally bent down to look for eggs. I shooed away a hen and to my delight, a shiny egg lay underneath. I grabbed my treasure and put it carefully in my backpack.

 

I waved goodbye to the farmer as I went to the final farm, which contains the only windmill in all of Lumbridge. It was for public use so no permission from the head farmer was needed. I went in with a handful of grain collected from a field outside. Many people were dipping their pots in a big bowl-like structure in the middle of the room. When the crowd dispersed, the bin was empty, not even a tiny grain of flour was left. I looked around and saw a ladder leading further up the windmill. I climbed up and up to the final floor. Once up the ladder, I poured my grain into the hopper and pulled a lever near it as strange whirring sounds could be heard. I went down to ground level and collected my hard earned flour with my pot.

 

With both ingredients in hand, I travelled back to the castle kitchen, nearly dropping my egg climbing up the castle steps. I burst through the kitchen door and laid the ingredients on the table. The cook’s face lighted up as he saw my ingredients.

 

“Thank Saradomin, I’m saved, thank you adventurer.” He cried gleefully. I rubbed my hands in satisfaction, taking in the feeling of helping people I craved for.

 

“Does this mean I get to go to the birthday party?” I asked the cook, hoping he would say yes.

 

“Err... well... the Duke only allows invited guests but I guess I could fit you in.” He answered. My heart lifted as he said those words.

The following day, the castle was filled with decorations and entertainers. I entered the kitchen and went to the cook.

 

“Thank you for allowing me to come.” I thanked him, eager to have fun. Much to my astonishment, he hands me a plate of roasted chicken and directs me to the dining room, where rowdy nobles drink and feast.

 

“Deliver these and come back. There’s more dishes for you to serve.”

 

Ahaha! th starting of Recipe for disaster! Ahhh! Well, first things first, this was a wonderful story. You really expressed some of the ways you can get many ingrediants in Lumbridge. Yeesh, who knew that milking cows was hard when we just "use" Bucket on "Cow?" Haha.

 

Anyway, there are two errors, bolded on the quote.

 

#1: There is an unnecessary paragraph here -.-

 

#2: hard earned>hard-earned.

 

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All in all, this was a great story. Who knows? Will you make Recipe for Disaster?

 

-Wabbit