| Southsward Patrol 48 Mess Hall |
| "Oh, dear, oh, what now..." You hear muttering from the back of a large pile of pots and pans as you enter the mess hall. A bedraggled-looking hare pokes his head around a large cauldron. "Ah, hello old chap. Are you my relief cook? No? Oh, that's too bad, really. I'm not the cooking type meself, more of a eater, y'know." You walk around the cauldron to see him surveying a large black mess grimly. "This is my trifle... it seems to be a little overdone, wot?" Part of the trifle suddenly catches fire, and the hare beats it out with a wet rag. "Third time. This bleedin' trifle's going to kill us all! Ah well, maybe if I cover it in icing no one will notice it's a little burnt..." He sighs as the trifle collapses in a pile of ashes and turns to you. "Maybe not, eh wot! The trouble is, no one here is a very good cook. D'you know any good recipes we could use? Pr'aps if we had a good chef-type chap or chappess we wouldn't be so small a group, eh? Give your recipes to Ripple, she's a solid chef-choice-chooser if I do say so meself! Er, maybe I'll just make a salad or something... leftovers... Although I could be official taster for all potential cooks! Yes, I'll have to go do that right now..." He leaves the hall, wringing his paws and muttering to himself about burning salad. You take a peek into the box of recipes... there aren't any recipes in it at all. Head back to base camp. |