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[Team Three] Master Chef
Inspired by the newest round of the Twisted Wonderland's Master Chef event. In which the NRC staff have Some Concerns about the newest Master Chef pairing. 400w, G, Crewel & Crowley
"A good idea?" Crewel asked. "Headmaster, with all due respect, have you lost your mind?"
Crowley's eyes dimmed behind his mask. "The Magic Mirror chose these two. The assignments are random, and Mr. Vanrouge is still lacking the necessary credits for graduation."
"He's lacking the credits because he's failed to produce anything even close to edible every single time he's been selected! He's beyond hope, Headmaster, and unless your goal is to give half of the student body food poisoning, I don't see the point in repeating the experiment!"
"The ghosts assure me they have chosen a completely foolproof recipe for this round," Crowley said. "I agree that Mr. Vanrouge's skills leave something to be desired, but is that not part of the goal? The Master Chef course not only provides much-needed assistance to the kitchen, it teaches students valuable life skills. More importantly, how would we select a replacement? It's already established that the assignments are random. If anyone ever found out we had changed them, it could lead to accusations of favoritism. The honor and reputation of Night Raven College could be ruined forever!"
"Point taken, Headmaster," Crewel said as Crowley threw up his hands in a dramatic flourish, "but I still believe knowingly allowing one student to poison the others could be equally damaging to our reputation."
"Then it would seem we are at an impasse, stuck between a rock and a hard place, cursed with misfortune due to some forgotten fault of our long-lost ancestors. The great name of this college shall go down in tarnished infamy, and all because of an attempted good deed to prepare our students for life beyond its hallowed walls!"
Crewel rapped his riding crop against the side of the desk to interrupt Crowley's theatrics. "Spare me the histrionics, Headmaster. If changing the participants is out of the question, then I propose a careful selection of judges. Ideally Pomefiore students where possibly; any one of them should be able to identify and avoid any truly lethal creations. I'll work with Schoenheit on an antidote for any dyspepsia caused by the rest. And if you'd accept a more specific suggestion, I'd recommend Rook Hunt."
"Mr. Hunt? Are you sure?" Crowley asked. "He can be nearly as particular as Mr. Schoenheit."
"Under normal circumstances, perhaps, but you have to consider Vanrouge's partner. I suspect Hunt would eat anything the slippery Leech made. Plus, he loves the thrill of danger."
Ziskandra is up next.
"A good idea?" Crewel asked. "Headmaster, with all due respect, have you lost your mind?"
Crowley's eyes dimmed behind his mask. "The Magic Mirror chose these two. The assignments are random, and Mr. Vanrouge is still lacking the necessary credits for graduation."
"He's lacking the credits because he's failed to produce anything even close to edible every single time he's been selected! He's beyond hope, Headmaster, and unless your goal is to give half of the student body food poisoning, I don't see the point in repeating the experiment!"
"The ghosts assure me they have chosen a completely foolproof recipe for this round," Crowley said. "I agree that Mr. Vanrouge's skills leave something to be desired, but is that not part of the goal? The Master Chef course not only provides much-needed assistance to the kitchen, it teaches students valuable life skills. More importantly, how would we select a replacement? It's already established that the assignments are random. If anyone ever found out we had changed them, it could lead to accusations of favoritism. The honor and reputation of Night Raven College could be ruined forever!"
"Point taken, Headmaster," Crewel said as Crowley threw up his hands in a dramatic flourish, "but I still believe knowingly allowing one student to poison the others could be equally damaging to our reputation."
"Then it would seem we are at an impasse, stuck between a rock and a hard place, cursed with misfortune due to some forgotten fault of our long-lost ancestors. The great name of this college shall go down in tarnished infamy, and all because of an attempted good deed to prepare our students for life beyond its hallowed walls!"
Crewel rapped his riding crop against the side of the desk to interrupt Crowley's theatrics. "Spare me the histrionics, Headmaster. If changing the participants is out of the question, then I propose a careful selection of judges. Ideally Pomefiore students where possibly; any one of them should be able to identify and avoid any truly lethal creations. I'll work with Schoenheit on an antidote for any dyspepsia caused by the rest. And if you'd accept a more specific suggestion, I'd recommend Rook Hunt."
"Mr. Hunt? Are you sure?" Crowley asked. "He can be nearly as particular as Mr. Schoenheit."
"Under normal circumstances, perhaps, but you have to consider Vanrouge's partner. I suspect Hunt would eat anything the slippery Leech made. Plus, he loves the thrill of danger."
Ziskandra is up next.