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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Date: January 15, 2000
Setting: Kitchen
Status: Private - Snape and Crowley
Summary: Crowley speaks to the chef

Crowley eyed the remains of the pot roast, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes and pushed his plate away, disgusted. He was glad now that Aziraphale had been busy with some kind of top secret angel business and hadn't been able to join him in exploring the Manor's restaurant.

Scraping his chair backwards, he stood up and stormed into the kitchen.

"All right," he said to the room at large. "Who here is responsible for that bloody awful travesty of a meal?"

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley smiled suddenly. He hadn't been able to successfully tempt anyone in ages, except for Aziraphale who didn't count anymore, and in his victory, he backed down. Perhaps now that he'd worn the man down, his pride could accept some grudging flattery.

"Oh, I could go on quite a while longer, but if you're willing to be reasonable, then I'll stop. Indian Cuisine night sounds tolerable. I just can't stand typical English food, no matter how well cooked it is. Tell me, in all honesty, why do you make it? You don't look like a standard issue hash slinger. A man like you must have been around. Why limit yourself to meat, potatoes, and mushy peas?"

[mortarandpestle.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm not a standard issue anything." Snape couldn't help smirking, already mentally going over recipes for dishes spicy enough to blister tongues. "And there's rather more satisfaction in preparing a simple dish perfectly than mucking about with something with so many so-called 'nuances' that the diner isn't certain what they ought to be tasting to begin with and therefore won't notice if you haven't gotten it right."