AR 1212-01-10 Rissa the Dinner Guest, Part Deux
Rissa knocked on the door of Ulfred and Bull’s apartment. Gone was the anxiety she had last time she had done so. There were no worries of evil influences bearing on her soul tonight. It was a time to relax and have another wonderful meal. Professor Ulfred opened the door and invited her in.
Rissa entered. “Thank you so much for inviting me to dinner, Professor. I really enjoyed it last time.”
Ulfred replied, “It was Bull’s idea to have you over again. He was quite taken with you. And I always appreciate your company as well. How have you been doing since we talked last?”
“Fine, thanks to you,” Rissa said. “I’m still hearing the voices in my head, but knowing they aren’t evil makes it more bearable. I’m starting to get used to it, I guess.”
Bull Redfist entered the room, an apron over his crisp, white dress shirt. “Rissa, Honey, Welcome!” Bull embraced her in a big bear hug. With an air of pride he said, “Tonight’s menu is lamb chops with mint relish and rosemary roasted julienned root vegetables.”
“Julian?” Rissa raised an eyebrow. “Was that a former student? Do you name all your dishes after people?”
Bull chuckled. “Right, like the Rissa-toe! I love it. You are too funny!” Turning to Ulfred he added, “Dear, we need to have her over more often.”
Being on her formal behavior, Rissa asked politely, “Is there anything I can help you with in the kitchen?”
The dwarf looked at her with uneasiness. “Um, did your mother teach you how to cook?”
“A little,” Rissa shrugged.
Bull patted Rissa’s arm. “Ah, in that case, why don’t you just sit down in here with Ulfred and let me handle the preparations.”
Ulfred had a momentary look on his face that was becoming quite familiar to Rissa, the one he had when reliving the past. He offered a hearty “I agree!”
Bull headed back into the kitchen, but paused in the doorway. He then abruptly turned around and said boldly, “No, on second thought, come with me, Honey. Your mother’s curse shall not pass to another generation, not if I can help it! Don’t touch anything, just watch and learn. If you’re willing, plan on being here every Friday night for cooking lessons. Be my apprentice, and I’ll kneed you into a proper chef, à la yours truly.” He finished his speech with a dramatic flourish and bow.
Rissa instinctively applauded, and said happily, “I would love to!”