Day three of hiding in his home. He knows Apheliion will do a great job and he isn't worried. Honestly, he wouldn't take it back at all if he could get away with it. Hmm.. Aph said to work out. Work out how? Certainly not running...wait, Nari saw him working out earlier. He can't do that!
What do?
He doesn't want anyone to see him failing at this either. So, what to do instead? Ohhh, let's make Apheliion some dinner. He had become a lot better at it. Wait...does he have everything? Maybe...kitchen time!
The short thief pokes around the kitchen, grumping that the necromancer had someone place some of the cooking alcohol too high. He wasn't going to drink it, just cook. Finding a chair, he drags it into the kitchen and scampers up it.
Ahh, there it is. Dry sherry. Try something different in the stew...wait, no, let's marinate and grill. Climbing down and replacing the chair, the former duke finds the rest of what he needs and starts the small grill they have. Granted, he burnt himself once or twice… maybe three times. Fingers in mouth.
Waiting for things to heat up, he starts getting everything together. There is some stripped bark in here somewhere. Maybe...possibly.. OH! there it is.
Bowl bowl… yep, there's that. Yes, I said he got everything out, yet he didn't.
Concentrating on what Tialwynn and Hela had taught him, he works the sylvari bark until soft enough to skewer, then added mushrooms, peppers and onions before stuffing them in the marinade.
How long does it take for the grill to heat? Test it? Yes, might as well.
Walking over to the grill, he held his hand over it and nodded. Yep, hot enough.
The skewered food is placed on the grill and the thief moves around the kitchen to clean up his mess. Dry sherry is staying where he can reach it, damnit. Wait, that might not have been Aph...oh, yes, that was Nari when he cleaned and organized. Sorry, love!
Oh! Time to check the food.
Grabbing a plate and something to pick the skewers up with ...instead of his fingers.
Yay, done! Food on the plate and he placed it in a small warming box.
Smiling to himself, he went back upstairs. Curling up on the bed, he grabbed his book and an apple he kept next to it. Time to wait.
An hour later, he hears the door opening. Ohhh, he's home.
The happier thief went down to greet his dearheart.