RUSLAN OSMANOGLU.
Time: 4:39PM Date: 02/2021 Setting: Jin’s Domain, the kitchen
He took cooking lessons from her. Ruslan wanted to be a better cook so he could impress the women he appreciated and also so he could make food for his dog, Kodiak, but today, he had a different issue to work through with her. He looked down at the magical potato in his hands. It was a cursed object, received through the mail, and he still had no clue about how to handle it properly. Even though he was older than most, he had never encountered such a magical tuber before. But if someone knew about these things then it had to be one of the greatest chefs in the world. When he saw her, Ruslan gently smiled and held up the starchy lump. “What can I do with a magic potato?”
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It was astounding, really, when she realized how many immortal begins didn’t know how to cook properly. Whether it be the old-fashioned way or with cooking. Jin did find that witches had the basics down, but after that, they really didn’t have a clue. That’s where Jin came into play. Holding mostly baking lessons at The Sweet Spot after the shop had closed down for the day and cooking lessons at her own home. These lessons were private, more one on one, and tonight was her favourite student, Ruslan. He tried his best and he was attentive. That’s all Jin could ask for. The chef was coming to greet him while tying her apron at her back when she saw the large man hold up a potato. She stops short and looks at the food to Ruslan with her usual, semi-expressionless features, if it weren’t for the fact that she was silently judging him. “The fact that you have to ask means it’s all too advanced for you.” With one last tough knot tied at the back, Jin takes the food into her own hand, and studies Ruslan for a moment before giving a sigh. “Fine. We’ll cook with the magic potato today. Come.” Is her order as she turns to head back into the kitchen.
“Magic is dangerous. It doesn’t matter who you are or where you are.” She begins, mostly as to remind Ruslan. “Like anything else in the kitchen, magic demands respect. It had a mind of it’s own.” Opening the tap to rushing water, the lich cleans off the food with ice-cold water. “Any magical food that you handle has to be cleaned off with cold water. As cold as you can get it.” Thankfully, being dead and all, she didn’t feel the cold. “The magic attached will become... Malleable, let’s say. Less stubborn... Now, what do you think we do next?” Jin asks after placing the potato on the cutting board, then calmly crosses her arms over her chest while waiting for an answer. This question was mostly to gauge how much Ruslan really knew. This was advanced, but she believed he wasn’t stupid.









