Day Eight Dawns
As the Cook frowns at some unpalatable spice in the soup, another Cook, having made their separate way to the kitchen, gives them a gentle tap on the shoulder. An unfamiliar figure detaches itself from the gatehouse shadows and reveals itself to be a visiting Guest. The Porter looks up from a comfortable spot by the guardroom fireplace and waves the figure past.
mideg: Idle
I offer to carve the Cook.