The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"Really?" Zevran asks brightly. "Does she also need someone to taste test her cookies?" He grins broadly, winking at Isabela. "Perhaps merikos drow and undine both?"

[GamesMaster]

"When we are done you may seek her out," she says nobly.

Isabela grins. "As fun as Pretty Maeve is, we're actually here on a rather different mission..."

[Zevran]

Making a firm mental note of that name-- and how Isabela already knows it-- Zevran nods his agreement. "That is true," he confirms. "I'm not opposed to taste-testing cookies, mind you, but we were heading into town to look for a healer."

[GamesMaster]

"What sort of healing? I can do the basics for you." As they head into the opening under the roots, into the cave system beneath, they quickly head upward, into a staircase system cut into the outside of the massive tree. It spirals around the trunk, taking them up towards the branches above. 

[Zevran]

Interesting place... Never been asked over to someone's treehouse to sample their cookies before. Behind a tree, yes. In a tree, also yes. Even under a tree once. But a treehouse is new, he notes as Amandine steps up and into a small house that looks much the same as thousands or more cottages found all through out the world. Smallish, but cozy, well maintained, and smelling strongly of bread and sweets. "I like the--" there's a slight pause as Zevran sees that her her feet and lower legs are covered in hundreds of tiny flowers, "view. From your house." Right. Daughter of a tree. I... guess that makes sense.

[GamesMaster]

"Thank you," she says perfunctorily. "I didn't choose it, my Father assigns who lives where. But I am quite fond of it as well. Now. This way."

She leads him to a small half-kitchen, one that's crammed with good quality appliances more befitting a bakery than a home of this size, and pulls out a tray from the oven. With a sharp knife she makes quick work of the tray, slicing it into perfectly uniform slices, and lifts one out onto a small plate. "Here. Ah-ah-ah! I want your opinion of the look, the aroma, the feel of it in your hand first. Then the taste, texture, and a final overview."

[Zevran]

Zevran's eyebrows raise briefly and he pauses before taking a seat. his tone is more somber-- no, more serious, not somber, as there's still too much cheer in him to call his demeanor somber. "I see. Do you wish for me to write it down or simply speak as I observe?" This is more to her than just a hobby, he has realized. And I should treat it with the care such deserves. 

[GamesMaster]

"Dictate to me, I can write very quickly," she orders. 

[Zevran]

"Look and aroma then, first and easily; it is a somewhat strange sight, which makes sense as I've never seen the like of it before. I can tell it is a cake, though it seems, hmm, damper than most I have seen? Almost like--  Ah! I think if you had not given me a hint before, I would have thought it a cake that is filled with a center of pudding or something of that like. The smell..." He leans in closer, inhaling in a long, steady breath. "Definitely cake; it has that too sweet to be bread sort of scent, but with something that is almost like... cloves or nutmeg but not either. I am not familiar enough to be certain, but I suspect it is the chocolate I am detecting." 

He sniffs again, a smile forming. "And pleased I am with the experience of detecting it. The sight is only mildly appealing, but the aroma is very, very enticing. It smells indulgent, sinful. Ah, the good kind of sin, the type that is not truly a sin against any god or goddess you like. Sleeping in an extra hour on a snowy day, having an extra glass of wine after a taxing day or being late to work because..." His eyes open and he shifts his gaze to Isabela, a warmth in his eyes, "because you got distracted by a most fetching captain and her dazzling eyes. Those kinds of sins."

[Isabela]

Isabela smirks. "Making me jealous over here," she teases. "Unless you'd like merikos undine reactions as well?"

"No, but if there are extra when we are done you may take one," replies Amandine. "Continue the experiment."

[Zevran]

Zevran returns the flirtatious smirk, then looks back to the brownie. Humming thoughtfully, he lifts the plate, moving it around to view the offering from different angles. "I like how the edges and the sides that were facing inwards, towards more brownie, look different," he comments before setting the plate back down. "Very similar to the texture of a cake, but... moister evidently. It almost feels like under-baked cake but it's not the same. Mmh! It's like a treacle pie filling, but more and less firm, depending on where in the brownie I touch."

[GamesMaster]

"Which texture calls to you more?" asks Amandine, focused on Zevran.

[Zevran]

Zevran considers that a moment, gently stroking the sides of the brownie as he does so. "Is there enough that I can, ah, mess this slice up to explore it and have a piece unmangled to eat prop-- good, thank you," he says when she nods eagerly. Lifting the brownie in his fingers, he breaks it apart, rubbing it to bits, compressing it and just generally exploring the tactile aspect. He also takes advantage of this to get a fresh rush of the aroma. 

"I very much like the contrast," he finally says. "The edges are very crisp, but it's a... Hmmm. It doesn't feel brittle or hard, exactly. The other extreme, the gooiest, softest part, feels like," he laughs, amused at himself, "well, it is not the same, and yet it brings to mind the soft, damp pressure of an aroused cunt. It's smooth and giving and very pleasant. I think it would lose appeal were it any less firm however." Setting the brownie bits back on the plate, he wipes his hand off on the offered napkin and nods. "All in all, I think that I would not like either extreme as much were the other not present, but if I could only have one, I would err towards the gooey. Just not as gooey."

[GamesMaster]

She writes all this down rapidly in a little notebook, nodding eagerly. "Thank you, thank you." After she finishes, she lifts another slice out of the pan, sliding it onto the plate. "Please, continue." 

[Zevran]

"And now for the true test," he says, flashing her a smile in thanks. "Taste." Breaking off a good sized bit of the brownie, he lifts to his mouth and inhales deeply to get the scent as a precursor. Closing his eyes to better focus, he places the dessert into his mouth and slowly presses it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Without looking, he neatly reaches over and snags the notebook and pen to write even as he slowly, languidly, chews. 

'Rich. Rich and sinful and strong. It tastes of the earth, moreso than bread usually does. Mushrooms? It feels in the mouth just as it does in my hand. Clings to teeth, spreading the taste. It is sweet, but only underneath. Underneath a sharp bitter not bitterness. I do not know the right word exactly. It is satisfying, giving depth to the sweetness without muting either. The ratio of crisp top to gooey inside is good but perhaps too thick-- less gooey better perhaps? Or add texture inside with other stuff? Nuts? Strong, dense flavor, too much for a large portion. Alone anyway.'