Young Writers Society

He was silent for a moment, then looked at his lackeys and jerked his head. "Go supervise."

They nodded, and one grabbed Rek's arm and gave him a rough shove towards Luke. "Alright, get in the kitchen then, lil girls."

Sarah jumped up at that. "I can cook. I can cook. I am not useless. Woo!" It took her a second to realize exactly where she was. "Ahem... Sorceress of the Stew, at your service." She did a little bow and tried not to look too terrified.

The bandit rolled his eyes. "Then get it moving." He rudely waved her off.

Sarah bowed and stuck as close to Luke as she dared.

she jerked up straight, she then stood still and didn't exactly do anything, but she then started walking towards the kitchen, arms crossed, alert at the situation shes in

Like turned to Rek. “You. You’re on dish washing duty. No arguments. This is my kitchen.”

She turned to the assassin. “And you. What exactly can you do here?”

"... I didn't argue," Rek pointed out, still getting shoved along by the bandit. It didn't feel nice, but he didn't mind. He'd rather himself get pushed around than any of the people shuffling alongside him -- chivalry and all that.

Once the bandits saw that Acacia planned on going to the kitchen too, more of them broke off and followed them to the kitchen. Rek strode over to the sink and glanced around. He'd never exactly done this, either. But how hard could it be?

"i could serve the food onto the plates and bowls, its not much difficulty to me when it comes to the kitchen" she shrugged and uncrossed her arms

Luke shrugged. “Alright. Stand around and look pretty until then. Sarah, with me.” She gestured for Sarah to follow them into the pantry.

Rek hesitantly grabbed the bar of soap off the counter and dunked it in the bucket of water. It was frigid and it took everything he had not to react visibly to the shocking change in temperature. He started in on the stack of plates already on the counter.

she put her hand up to her mask hesitantly, debating if she should take it off or not but then she came to a conclusion and took it off completely revealing a scar on her left eye and freckles underneath her eyes and waits for the food to get done in order to serve it and stayed quiet.

Sarah nodded. "What are we making?"

Luke shrugged. “Something quick and easy to make in large batches.”

she was deep in thought at this point and was silently standing there with her eyes closed but she wasn't asleep and crossed her arms

"Soup or stew of some sort with bread?"