Dardi/Conversations
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*Dardi addresses you without looking up from his many workspaces, many of which billow smoke, steam, or some unknown miasma.*
Welcome to my laboratory, (player's name). Rest and sustain yourself before returning to your travels.
Bethesda
Yes! I have braved its wharf in the past, to gather precious convalessence for my experiments.
Are you going? Dress warmly and mind the trolls.
Omonporch
Omonporch is a fine source of bananas, but I have little to say about self-appointed nobility.
Claimed authority has a heady aroma, but no broth beneath it. Let us simply appease Asphodel and leave xem to xyr fantasies.
Rumbling
My air-puffed pastry experiment collapsed thanks to that disturbance.
Whoever is responsible will pay dearly.
Klanq
I have visited the rainbow wood but once, and there I sampled an array of strange foods, one of which allowed me an unusual lens through which to view the world. It was nothing like I had ever experienced, and I imagined such wondrous recipes. I wrote them all down as best I could, of course.
Sadly, once I returned to my ordinary frame of reference, my scribblings proved impossible to read. So it goes.
Porridge
What you smell is Grit Gate's signature dish. The Porridge is a recipe passed down through generations of Barathrumites, and it is the food that inspired me to pursue my craft. Yes, outsiders quail at the intensity of the scent, for its flavor is as bold as its effects!
We use cuisine to channel lightning from our bodies! Other recipes may let us breathe fire, or learn the secrets of the Eaters. The Porridge is as precious a part of our legacy as the Barathrum Clock or the foaminator.
FoodNetwork
Oh, it changes by the hour, sometimes the minute. Preserve this, observe that, add anything, taste everything.
But the starapple of my eye, the Spindle up which I cast my ambitious gaze... is edible vapor. Food that you eat, food that you breathe. Sadly, to date the most I have managed is an herbed saline suspension. Salty air, if you will.
VaporAndSalt
Yes. The flavor, the breathability, all successful, but the barrier between flavor and food is in the calories, and they have yet eluded me. But it is only a matter of time. I am patient, and I am relentless.
LuckyPlate
I have no need for luck, but I appreciate your well-wishes nonetheless.
May your own endeavors drive you as mine drive me. Did you wish to speak of anything else?
Kitchen
Kitchen? You think this a mere kitchen?
Kitchen2
And I suppose the Stilt is a modest church, its great bazaar a junk sale?
Look about you. Every instrument you see is precision-calibrated, every tool handcrafted and built to last. In this room, sustenance and ingenuity come together to evolve cuisine itself, to shape not this culture alone but, over time, every culture. Is that kind of influence the product of a kitchen? Can a simple clay oven in the flower fields do what we do here? Has every kitchen an indelible influence over Qud?
*He frowns.*
Should they? Should we not all?
Kitchen3
But perhaps you are right, (player's formalAddressTerm). Think for a moment.
Every ingredient in the soup of collective knowledge is a valuable one, and who am I to elevate myself over more humble pioneers? But! All the more reason for us to regard cuisine (and by extension, culture itself) to be a scientific endeavor, an ongoing trial-and-error, a blending of what we know and what we don't know, calling upon reality itself to be our guide.
You are more insightful than I realized, (player's name). Thank you for this discussion. Did you need aught else?
Before More Than a Willing Spirit
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Who are you? Get out of my work space!
A Call to Arms
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Innovation's sworn enemies have come knocking, (player's name). Let us answer them.