Lunamor

Upon hearing this proposition, Lunamor rushed to finish the exploding shake, returning to the dining area with it and the boot cake. He set both down on a table, turning his attention away from them to focus on the man who had apparently invented some sort of new drink. ”This drink, you say you made him? I will need to taste test him first. I am the expert on-“ Lunamor abruptly was cut off by a high pitched whistling, akin to the sound a tea kettle makes after being filled with steam. Glancing back over his shoulder, he found that the exploding shake had begun to boil over, bubbles of the liquid floating into the air. Somehow, every time one popped, it spouted a small burst of flame. Perhaps rushing the drink wasn’t the best of ideas. Particularly when explosives were involved. Lunamor nonchalantly untied his apron and placed it on top of the milkshake, as if it were a common occurrence. He had certainly been forced to deal with far more disruptive events during his time running The Happy Inquisitor. Doing so smothered the flames, quickly reducing the boil to a mere simmer. He turned back towards the Wizard. Unbeknownst to him, his beard was slightly singed. ”-alcoholic beverages. Horneaters can handle their wine much better than airsick lowlanders.”

I would personally love that!

Thank you so much @Eternal Khol, that solution works great for me!

“They will be ready in a moment!” Lunamor turned on his heel and made his way back to the kitchen. He grabbed flour, sugar, and a whole host of other ingredients, one of which looked suspiciously like old leather. After preparing the cake mixture and placing it inside his fabrial oven to bake, he began to work on the exploding shake.

Lunamor emerged from the kitchen, proudly holding two bowls of stew. One looked perfectly regular. Well, still as superior as Lunamor’s stews when compared to all others, but relatively plain in terms of The Happy Inquisitor’s typical fare. The other bowl looked almost as if it had been infused with Stormlight, shimmering with all colors of the visible spectrum. It’s hue was rather unpredictable in nature, sometimes gently fading to another, other times violently flashing between pigments. He proudly set both dishes down in front of the lucky customer. As their contents sloshed slightly from the jolt of hitting the counter, it became apparent that Lunamor had put some glitter in the colorful stew. It was quite a generous amount. The remnants could be seen dusting his apron. @The Wandering Wizard Lunamor furrowed his brows upon hearing this. ”Pineapple… pizza? I know nothing of this thing. This dish, is he some type of stew? Perhaps something like a waffle or pancake?”

“Hmm… I suppose I can make this stew. He might become at risk of spontaneous combustion, but there is no progress without danger!” He disappeared back into the kitchen, which soon began to flash as if filled with disco balls and stained windows.

Lunamor cursed in Unkalaki as he bolted for the door. Being the language that it was, it took him until reaching the door to finish his curse. ”I am not a younger! And you are a foolish old man! Do not make me get my Shardbow!”

Lunamor stuck his head out of the kitchen door. ”The proprietor is here and he must be paid in a story. I will not have anyone, uh… what’s the word…” He mumbled for a moment. ”Stiff! Yes, stiff the establishment!” @Nameless

Thank you so much!

I absolutely love it, Oscar Isaac is an incredible actor!

Lunamor shook his head, smiling slightly. He moved to retreat back into the kitchen, but then halted to point at Zeoy and Radiant. “You. Do not let customers die.” He then resumed his journey into the back of the restaurant. @Zephrun's Imperium @DramaQueen

Lunamor eventually bustled out of the kitchen and back to the bar, balancing two large bowls of stew. Well, more pots than bowls. He tended to forget that most people weren’t seven feet tall, so the difference was negligible to him. “Here is your stew. He is very hot, do not burn your tongue. I can’t have you being unable to taste it!” He dropped the pots on the table with a thud, the contents barely keeping from sloshing out. The cookie stew seemed to contain raw batter and chocolate chunks, but more liquidy, somehow. The Chouta stew had not only fried meat, but fried broth as well. Lunamor was particularly proud of that invention.

Lunamor rapidly pushed his barstool back and stood up. ”Thank you for your payment. You wanted cookie and Chouta soup, yes? I will go make some.” He then promptly strode off and into the kitchen without waiting for a response. The sizzling of oil, banging of pots, and faint Horneater cursing could be heard as he began to prepare the stew. The ‘meat’ used for making Chouta was still very strange. It had crunchy things, but not like the shells from back home.

Lunamor gave him a golf clap. ”This story, he is fantastic! Tiny man, he is so familiar… he reminds me of my friend, Wilbo. Does Wallin have an affinity for food? Wilbo, he always appreciates my stew.”

Internally Lunamor breathed sigh of relief. Externally, he raised an eyebrow. ”More?”

Lunamor frowned. ”This story, he is depressing.” He paused, considering something. “Wallin, he should be very muscular, yes? He carried 20 swords for a long distance. He is a strong man. Tiny, but strong. Maybe it could help him fight?” Lunamor knew that he was making connections that were perhaps not actually in the story, grasping at fleeing motes of dust. But he felt bad for the tiny man. He knew how it felt to watch your friends die.

“The soup will be ready when your story is finished. I can cook quickly.”

Lunamor let out a bellowing laugh. ”Their accents, they are ridiculous!” He seemed to find that funnier than the banter. Making fun of lowlander dialects was one of his favorite pass times.

Lunamor shot a pointed look over at Zeoy. Spheres were not a preferred currency in his establishment. But Thaidakar had offered them up first and was already telling a story, so he’d let it slide this time. ”This joke, he is funny? I must hear him!” @Zephrun's Imperium @Thaidakar the Ghostblood

Lunamor grinned. He was tempted to snatch Thaidakar’s drink away from him so he would talk without interruptions. “Please continue the saga of the tiny man.” Lunamor had grown very attached to Wallin.

Lunamor turned to Zeoy. ”Please give storyteller a drink. His story is very good, so give him a very good one.” @Zephrun's Imperium

“This does not bode well for the tiny man.” Lunamor grinned so widely it seemed as if his face would split in two. ”This thing, it is magnificent! It is like the glowing creations of Lightweavers, but better. After story is done, I will stick glowing spheres on it. Maybe I can make them blinky, like a spanreed…” He trailed off, realizing that he was being rude to Thaidakar. He refocused his attention on the story.

“The new sign, I would like for it to be sparkly. Flashiness draws attention, yes?” “His tiny legs, did they make the trail very difficult for him?”