Sebastian Michaelis (
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[In Person] Sebastian Michaelis | 6:00 am - Prepare Breakfast
[Early morning dawns on your new home. It is a good thing the manor comes fully equipped with a handsome 19th century butler! Come near the kitchen and you'll smell something heavenly being cooked.
He's found the various prepackaged foodstuffs lacking for a proper breakfast, so he's improvising. Eggs have been cracked into a large bowl and beaten. He's figured out the modern stove, although there are other appliances he hasn't even touched, including the Blackberry that he still has in a breast pocket, near to his pocket watch. It's quite a mystery, his being here, and so far from his master that he can't even sense the boy's presence. But that's no matter. There's a schedule to keep and, he can tell, guests to be served.
He's producing omelets, using the various ingredients available to him. He moves with grace and poise, dressed in an impeccable black uniform; long coattails, white gloves, high collar with tie, and head butler's pin on his lapel. The only things that might strike one as out of place are his carelessly mussed hair and unnaturally red eyes.
Come on in and request something! Don't be shy! He's here to serve!]
He's found the various prepackaged foodstuffs lacking for a proper breakfast, so he's improvising. Eggs have been cracked into a large bowl and beaten. He's figured out the modern stove, although there are other appliances he hasn't even touched, including the Blackberry that he still has in a breast pocket, near to his pocket watch. It's quite a mystery, his being here, and so far from his master that he can't even sense the boy's presence. But that's no matter. There's a schedule to keep and, he can tell, guests to be served.
He's producing omelets, using the various ingredients available to him. He moves with grace and poise, dressed in an impeccable black uniform; long coattails, white gloves, high collar with tie, and head butler's pin on his lapel. The only things that might strike one as out of place are his carelessly mussed hair and unnaturally red eyes.
Come on in and request something! Don't be shy! He's here to serve!]
[In Person]
At the moment, omelets. There is a variety of ingredients that can be added to them, but the other meal options appeared... lacking. [Instant bagels? Really?]
[In Person]
Ugh, gerbil food.
[He closes the cabinet and moves to break out a mixing bowl and the counter top mixer.]
Are you familiar with these?
[In Person]
I confess I am not.
[In Person]
[He sight measures everything which took him years of practice and the only thing he doesn't sight measure is the baking powder. Once all the ingredients are in the bowl, he starts it up, using the slow setting first.
As that's mixing, he moves to start slicing up the peaches and the strawberries, cutting them into cubes and tosses only some into the batter.]
Remember to always start off slow or you'll have a huge mess on your hands. Once this becomes smooth, then we can take it out and make the pancakes.
[He turns on the griddle top on the stove and giggles.]
See, it only took a few minutes and there's enough batter to make one hundred pancakes.
[In Person]
You are quite skilled yourself, sir.
[He could have TECHNICALLY done everything by hand at a blindingly fast speed, but stuck in a house with strangers, being too flashy would likely cast suspicion on him. Still... Sebastian wouldn't mind having Willy in his own kitchen at the Phantomhive Manor. It'd save him some annoyance. His own chef blows the food up more than he cooks it.]
Thank you very much for your input.
[In Person]
It's a pleasure working with another with impeccable taste. There is no comparison when art is at its finest.