Ezekiel Lerish

Mun: Keke kadabralin 
AIM: Kadabralin

Zeke is an OC! Also his PB is Bret Harrison.

So I got off my lazy bum and did this finally. If you have any crit you can post it here. Anon and screening is on. Also I gave up on the timeline fml.

Alright. Tammy and I've been slavin' away all day for a treat for all of ya. It's comfort food time.

There's alotta food here in the kitchen all prepped and ready to eat, so it's all a matter of gettin' your butts here and eating it.

We've got a couple different pizzas, lasagne, spaghetti bolognese, and alfredo. Bruschetta. Minestrone. A couple other miscellaneous pasta dishes.

And for somethin' sweeter we got pizzelles, biscotti, cannolis, sfogliatelle, and granita. Though th'granita is kinda meltin' fast so I stuck it in th'freezer for now.

Take as much as y'like, there's plenty ta go around.

Well shit, it's almost the first of Cancer already. Time sure does fly fast.

[Hmm.]

I dunno about you all, but this means the Summer Solstice is right around th'corner. Ten days or so? If any of ya know how to get your hands on some fireworks, that'd be pretty handy. And if no one's plannin' on keeping the bonfire hostage for the next couple of weeks, we can have a barbeque. How 'bout that?

S'mores would be great, too, but we're kinda lacking in that category. If th'staff's listening to this at all, think you could help me out? Can't seem to find much chocolate around here, which is kinda a shame.

...Fireworks would be nice, too, but I'm not gonna push it.

[It was an off day or something. Because everything Zeke was cooking was turning out terribly. The custard wasn't coming together just right. The meat was dry. He nearly burnt the milk and ruined the rice.

Granted, none of it's totally ruined, but IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH GDIT and he's feeling pretty disappointed in himself.]

Think I'm losin' my edge.

[This is the worst thing in the world, everyone.]

I've got some food here that could use eating if you're feeling hungry. It's not great but I don't wanna waste it.

[If you, you know, want less than perfect food.

Normally he doesn't cook this much but he got frustrated. So now he's sulking in the kitchen trying to save his damn custard pies and pudding.]

Well, this is kinda late, but what th'heck. Phichela was a few days ago, so I made some cakes for y'all.

[Here, a plateful of little (what should be but are kind of deformed) heart-shaped cakes, with a pink cream! Delicious!]

So hug your neighbor and don't drag mud into th'barracks.

[And once he's done with this he will be SWEEPING THE FLOORS and cleaning the windows and giving people hugs (if they promise not to murder him for it).]

And there's dogs around here, right? I've run into 'em before, so if anyone'd point me in their direction that'd be great.