Hello fellow food lovers! I am here on research a new taste of food. Once I have found this unique taste, I will have become one step stronger in my cooking!

(( This is an RP blog for the RuneMoon rp tumblr))

 

weirdislovely:

thepurplechef:

A smile, so he got it right. Pierre was still a  bit confused, but at least he was starting to get it. Though her next bit through him slightly, not expecting himself having to translate that sentence as well. “Ah……good idea….enter,…..but it’s not cold at a—— oh…” The chef smiled at her and tilted his hat. “I would be honored to enter your house. May I ask your name first?”

The purple haired girl couldn’t help but giggle at the little chef’s reaction. She opened the door and gestured inside. “Don’t feel free to!” she said “I’m not Sophia, the older daughter of Sherman. Is nice to see you again, Pierre.”

"it’s nice to meet you too," Pierre responded, laughing nervously. What did he get himself into? Did everyone act like this? The chef took off his hat as he entered the mansion, eyes wondering around the giant foyer. "Wow… this is a lovely place you have here." It just made him feel shorter than usual….

weirdislovely:

thepurplechef:

Her words say one things and her actions say another….. She was being cute maybe? “……….so this is Sherman’s house……..” but he wasn’t home……? “er, may I wait for him  possibly?” The chef asked, a nervous smile on his face.

No! You got it wrong!” Sophia smiled at him, happy to see how quickly he had  understood her way. “And I think it is a bad idea. You can’t enter if you want. It’s really cold.”

A smile, so he got it right. Pierre was still a  bit confused, but at least he was starting to get it. Though her next bit through him slightly, not expecting himself having to translate that sentence as well. “Ah……good idea….enter,…..but it’s not cold at a—— oh…” The chef smiled at her and tilted his hat. “I would be honored to enter your house. May I ask your name first?”

weirdislovely:

thepurplechef:

….Okay, this girl was just confusing the hell out of the gourmet. “Wait…so this isn’t Sherman’s address? Do you know where I can find him perhaps?” Hopefully the real Sherman lived somewhere close by, Pierre didn’t feel like searching for this man for a month…

“It isn’t!” She said, wondering why the little gourmet seemed to be so confused. “There is nobody named Sherman here. He isn’t my father.” Sophia looked back into the mansion as she tried to remember where her father had gone. “I think he is here now, but I bet he isn’t at the diner.”

Her words say one things and her actions say anther….. She was being cute maybe? “……….so this is Sherman’s house……..” but he wasn’t home……? “er, may I wait for him  possibly?” The chef asked, a nervous smile on his face.

doctorhiro asked
So, you are a chef, is that correct? I do enjoy cooking myself! I'm sure I could learn a thing or two from you.

Quite right! cooking is my expertise, right next to tasting! /laughs/ I can always give helpful advice if you ever need it. And I presume from your clothes you are a doctor?

simplistic-farmer:

thepurplechef:

“Oh, I don’t know about that…….As long as I don’t touch any animals,” Pierre said with a nervous laugh. He was slightly allergic to fur—medicine could cure it easily though— but it still left animals a little bit distant from Pierre. The gourmet poured Claire another drink, still sipping his own. 

“But animals are the best part!” Claire shrugged with a bit disappointment but didn’t pursue him. “How’d you know I wanted another ~” Even after one drink, her mind began slipping away; she was more bubbly than usual and the drinks kept coming.

Pierre smiled at the girl, “If you say animals are the best part, then I will listen to the expertise.” The chef sipped his own drink, glad he picked a cold drink to make. “If you like the drink so much, I can make it whenever you’d like, it’s a very simple recipe.”

4string-x-kimchi:

So, I was playing Rune Factory, and I was told to ship my crops… .

((FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF————-))

4string-x-kimchi:

So, I was playing Rune Factory, and I was told to ship my crops… .

((FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF————-))

weirdislovely:

((It isn’t me, is Sophia u v u))

“Pierre? Never heard about you!” said the young woman, wide opened eyes in surprise. If she well recalled, her father had talked about this said Pierre and his wonderful recipes a lot. 

She’d thought he would be a little bit taller.

Bending down, she took a good look at the note. “Indeed, it isn’t papa’s handwriting. He would’nt say something like this. Do you want me to call him?”

….Okay, this girl was just confusing the hell out of the gourmet. “Wait…so this isn’t Sherman’s address? Do you know where I can find him perhaps?” Hopefully the real Sherman lived somewhere close by, Pierre didn’t feel like searching for this man for a month…

(Source: thepurplechef)

simplistic-farmer:

Claire’s face had dead expression, mainly due to the fact she thought they were quite similar but wasn’t sure if she should state her opinion; so instead, she chugged off her last bit of drink. “At least you can do what you love! You can come to my ranch annny time you want, cause well, it would still be in my hands so it wouldn’t suffer!”

"Oh, I don’t know about that…….As long as I don’t touch any animals," Pierre said with a nervous laugh. He was slightly allergic to fur—medicine could cure it easily though— but it still left animals a little bit distant from Pierre. The gourmet poured Claire another drink, still sipping his own. 

(Source: thepurplechef)

weirdislovely:

Sophia was caught in surprise by the sound of the doorbell. The purple haired girl wasn’t expecting someone to come. Maybe it was Gray? But she didn’t invite him. Maybe Evelyn had invited some friend? Yeah, maybe.

However, she was the closest one to the door. So she opened it, ready to greet whoever was there. But she saw nobody.

Slightly confused, Sophia was about to close it again, when she noticed a purple hat right under the line of her chin. Looking down, she saw the short blonde… Man?… Standing… In front?… Of her. It was quite funny. “I was waiting for you.” she said “By the way, who are you? I think I’d saw you around here before.

((FFFFFFF—— meany :I))

The chef blinked in confusion. She was waiting for him and didn’t know his name? “Uh, you must be mistaken, I’ve never been here before. My name if Pierre, I’m a gourmet chef and author of several cookbooks. I came because I received this note from a Mr.Sherman,” Pierre explained before showing the note to  the girl. “I was hoping I could talk to him about why he detests my recipes….”

(Source: thepurplechef)

Having traveled quite a while to his destination, Pierre found himself smack dab in front of a giant mansion. The purple chef had received a note about a week ago from a Mr. Sherman. The not was filled with slander and foul language about all of his cook books and recipes. How could this man deteste his cooking so much? This was the first time Pierre had ever received a complaint and was going to get to the bottom of it. The gourmet straightened his jacked and adjusted his bow tie before ringing the door bell. As the doorbell boomed throughout the whole mansion, the chef cleared his throat, starting to feel nervous.