Words of the Constant
No thank you!
Maman loved her cards.
It's no Rodin.
We must replace these at once.
Now we can all shine a little brighter.
Pretty, though I prefer flour.
It's looking pretty dim.
I'm sorry, Maman.
Lumiere!
It's fine.
My art is done in the kitchen.
I long to see the face of Maman.
Shouldn't they have two antlers?
Imagine... succulent venison bourguignon.
I once had a saucier who looked like that.
It is done. Well done.
What an unappetizing smell.
Mon dieu! What is happening?
If you can't take the heat, freeze the kitchen.
It's missing the SEEcret ingredient.
I'll whip it up tout de suite!
Giant eyeball... soup?
It looks like a key, does it not?
Oh deer!
Well past its expiry date.
Goggles would be quite useful. I need my eyes.
It whisks the moisture away.
It keeps me drier than hardtack.
Efficient, oui?
No, I am a traditionalist.
It's making a bit of a mess, isn't it?
Hmm, keep looking.
A finely tuned radar stick.
I can almost smell it!
I've caught onto something!
Warmer, warmer...!
Is it a chopping block?
How do I turn it on?
Preparation complete!
That looks important.
Everything one might need to whip up a dock.
My dock needs a bit of garnish.
Tres mignon!
Just like a gravy boat, minus the gravy.
Just add water, and voilà!
I can be the middle of the dragon.
A hint of spice to awaken the tastebuds.
I'm not cut out for this.
Ooh la la, burnproof storage.
Burnproof storage, très grand!