The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[GamesMaster]

Amandine peers over his shoulder, looking down at the notebook. "Hmm... hmm," she says, deep in thought. "Would you say there are any drawbacks?"

[Zevran]

Swallowing, Zevran asks, "drawbacks? From... eating the brownie? I mean, I suppose it's not really the healthiest food... and likely not cheap?"

[GamesMaster]

"No, no. To the recipe. Are there any missteps?"

[Isabela]

Isabela slips over near the tray, curious, sniffing at it as though to get a hint of what it might taste like. 

[Zevran]

"I'm not entirely sure what you mean by 'mis-step' in this case, Chef Amandine," he confesses, scooping up some of the mangled brownie and holding his hand out to Isabela. "Flaws or places for improvement?" When she nods impatiently, he hums thoughtfully. "Well, as I mentioned, it's very rich, very... potent, I suppose? I could not eat very much of it at once, though even a small amount of it is pleasing. Perhaps if it were paired with... fresh fruit or..." He hums thoughtfully. "Clotted cream? Or even just some hot tea with cream. Something to refresh oneself so that one could eat more of the brownie without feeling overwhelmed." 

[GamesMaster]

"Oh!" she says immediately. "I have just the thing." She turns then, lighting the stove with a match under a kettle. 

Isabela takes a bit of the brownie offered and tastes it before coughing. "That... is not a brownie," she manages. 

"Well, no, it's a... special brownie," admits Amandine. "There's powdered crickets and mushroom oil in it, to begin with."

[Zevran]

Zevran stops chewing abruptly, gaze lowering to the pan of brownies. "Ahhh..?" He swallows thickly. "What kind of mushrooms?"

[GamesMaster]

"Ah. Morel?" Amandine asks, tilting her head in confusion. 

[Zevran]

"No... ah, medicinal or recreational properties to morels?" He smiles nervously, hoping he's not about to start imagining his head floating off his body or that his hair is made out of singing kelp.

[GamesMaster]

"Oh! No, they are edible, but not psychedelic. As you say, recreational."

[Zevran]

"Oh good," Zevran replies with a sigh of clear relief. That worry assuaged, he turns his regard to Isabela. "You did not like the brownie?" he asks, more than a little surprised. I would have thought for sure Isabela would like this sort of thing very much.

[Isabela]

She eyes it oddly. "It's not a brownie. It's... more like a protein bar, but in brownie form? It tastes... odd. Very odd. Brownies are meant to be sweet."

[Zevran]

Zevran looks back at the brownie, then to her. He takes a bite, chews slowly. "It... is sweet?"

[Isabela]

"Yes, but... it is... how to put this... earthier, and more rich than it is sweet. And fudgier in texture than fluffy like a brownie."

[GamesMaster]

"Brownies may be either cake-like or fudgey," argues Amandine.