Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

1. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

   #1

   The Citadel looms above, silent. Shadows in the trees whisper, the setting sun spills its dying red glow across the land.
   
   On the dusty road a strange tall figure clad in white strides on his long spidery legs towards the gate. He is extremely thin, with hooked nose, sharp, piercing eyes and a curious white cap on his head. He carries nothing except a large tome under his left arm.
   
   If there were anyone standing close enough, they might recognize a blurred inscription "Grimalkin's Treasury of Great Recipes" written in a fading purple ink on its cover.
   
   He steps up to the gate, knocks for several times, then waits for a moment and pushes it open. The hinges creak and squeak, and, into the darkness, the strange man pokes his head and calls in a clear voice with a ring of vast distances and smell of exotic peppers to it:
   
   "Might the Lord of this homely house, its inhabitants and guests, be interested in services of a good chef?"

2. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

   #2

   Well now, that all depends on.....can you make Shepherd's Pie, Bangers and Mash, or Toad in the Hole?
   
   
   Nah, I'm not English, just happen to like those dishes...... a great cheeseburger, cheese fries with bacon and buffalo wings would suit me just as well.
   
   So Merry Meet Grimalkin, and have some popcorn. *hands him a bowl of fresh popcorn*

3. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

   #3

   Wow. A cook. I wonder who was cooking before? Make yourself at home. Kassil has doughnuts if you're interested.

4. The taking of the kitchen

   #4

   And so, after meeting Lady Wolf and Fiokar Dracolas, Grimalkin, chewing on a mothful of tasty popcorn (and thinking hard whether he happened to come across this delicious and nourishing meal in his life before - maybe he should question Lady Wolf later and exchange recipes?) went on to find a small, dust-covered kitchen and lit a fire in the stove.
   Perhaps someone will drop by later, stay for a good meal and a few friendly words over the supper...

5. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

   #5

   Grimalkin.
   
   I like the name for some reason. Story behind it?
   
   We need a chef. Donuts are good, but my belly is starting to show the affects.
   
   How about a nice beholder stew, or a Medusa-ka-bob, or maybe even Filet de Dragoon (oops, careful about that in current company).
   
   Welcome, welcome. The kitchen is yours.

6. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

   #6

   "D'ARR!"
   The door to the kitchen flies open, admitting a penguin in a ridiculous pirate captain get-up.
   "I wants me a big pan o' Skilly-and-Duff! And some mashed potatoes with cheese! And five sausage and mushroom pizzas, Venice style! YARR!" he shouts, pointing a woden toy sword at Grimalkin.

7. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

   #7

   "Captain, I thought there was some sort of agreement in effect about not raiding Citadel residents." Ria Hawk is sitting in the kitchen, munching toast. "Never mind him. He's always like that." She frowned a moment, lost in thought. "Come to think of it, we're all a little loopy."

8. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

   #8

   "Thank you for your warm welcome, friends."
   Grimalkin appears to be moved.
   "My name, Lord Strolen," he says thoughtfully, as he hands him a steaming pot of beholder stew, "I borrowed from a cat who was my only childhood friend...and as for my REAL name," he adds with a smile, "let's just say I'd like to keep this private, if you don't mind, my Lord."
   Then he turns round and salutes:
   "Aye-aye, captain! Here, some mashed potatoes with righteous cheese well worthy of a seasoned sea-dog, and if you give me just a wink of your eye, I'll see what can I do about the rest..."
   And as he walks to the storage room past the fair Ria Hawk, he smiles warmly and from the folds of his white overcoat he hands her a jar of fresh peanut butter to go with the toast.

9. Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

   #9

   "I'd wondered about the smell of something actually cooking coming from the buildings out here in the courtyard..." This deep bass rumble precedes the head of a crimson-brown scaled dragon in the door. "Greetings, Grimalkin. Nice to know they won't be borrowing my flame to roast meat anymore."
   
   The wyrm's forepaw enters, offering a box to the chef. "Doughnut?"

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