Words of the Constant
A masterpiece takes time.
Nearly there...
Ahh, fini!
Empty pot, empty heart.
Chat noodle.
What shall I make with you?
Bonjour, mon petit amie.
A rainbow searock.
Are these truly brain bits?
Chewy rock, with a clever finish.
If only there were a wine bottle to put this in.
A shaky sea vessel.
Pest control.
It's light enough.
The caviar delivery service.
Corn! Sweet, sweet corn!
Could use miso and lardons...
The promise of so many more corn dishes!
Soon you will be a crabcake.
I can smell you, my sweet!
Come out, come out!
I hope a rations shipment lies within.
I am not on the menu!
Raven stew perhaps?
Hush, my pet.
Tasteful.
What shall I craft?
En garde!
Hmm, odd.
Great for clearing the sinuses!
Smells like greenery.
Compressed stones, nice presentation.
I would not recommend this.
The grand poisson!
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
A bouquet of leaves.
No thank you!
Venison?
I could made so many dishes with that fish.
Ugh. Not very aromatic.
Sturdy.
A chair for when company comes over.
I wouldn't have to eat standing up!
A nice cozy chair.
A place to rest your plate.
Oh fancy!
For sleeping off a big meal.
I'd rather not.