[Alucard is aware that having a small, functioning kitchen in the middle of a forest is the absolute height of pants on head ridiculousness. However, the prospect of having to watch his own bone boil (and he remembers it is his bone only when looking directly at it, the whole bone-and-memory thing is baffling) on a sad campfire was unacceptable. Better to spend two hours creating a perfectly functioning kitchen, then spend another hour and a half making the broth than that.
The broth smells decent enough. Herbal for the most part, full of thyme and sage and orange peel along with onions, carrots, and celery. Salt and pepper go without saying. Something that could be truly great if it a chicken in there, not...weird dhampir bone, and just the one.
Time passes. Alucard gets up and ladles the broth into a small mug made of solid ceramic and a large handle that may be a fluffy wolf tail if one squints right.
Geralt; Alucard Soup, Part 1 [CW FOR LIGHT CANNIBALISM]
The broth smells decent enough. Herbal for the most part, full of thyme and sage and orange peel along with onions, carrots, and celery. Salt and pepper go without saying. Something that could be truly great if it a chicken in there, not...weird dhampir bone, and just the one.
Time passes. Alucard gets up and ladles the broth into a small mug made of solid ceramic and a large handle that may be a fluffy wolf tail if one squints right.
Here goes nothing.]
Geralt?