Today in Lenneth's kitchen of fail...

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In more recent days, Lenneth had steadily come to the realization that she'd never cooked a day in her life. In fact, Platina hadn't done any cooking either. The lack of food, in the home of the Valkyrie's human form, had forced Platina's mother to do the cooking so that no food was wasted. She could only recall that the meals were terrible but at least Platina had been fed.

And now, Lenneth wondered if perhaps she could cook a meal. She spent the better part of the day hunting for books on cooking, and then searching for recipes that didn't appear complicated. There was a pie that looked good but it seemed like it'd be hard. Maybe she'd try that once she got the hang of cooking. And then she found a recipe for tarts that had some kind of "peanut butter cups" placed in them. That one was certainly tempting, so she made a note of that one. And there was the classic chocolate chip cookies.

The goddess obviously chose the easy and well-loved chocolate chip cookies.

It started out well enough. She mixed the batter, poured in the chips and figured out (after about twenty minutes) how to preheat the oven. When the cookies went in, she was careful and then went to do what else she needed. Lenneth wasn't sure how it happened, but her cookies burned... in fire. She yelped and jumped back before fumbling for her wand and putting it out. Sure, she's a goddess and it couldn't hurt her too terribly but it was still a terrible surprise when your cookies catch fire! Even more so when, as you try to put the fire out, the sleeve of your robe catches fire. Her armor had always been so much more convenient. At least she could put the fire out without help.

But cooking was definitely... Not something she'd be trying for a long while.

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"We don't care as long as they taste good. No one ever sacrifices much to the Shoggies. But that's ok. If cultists call us we can just eat them. Great Master Cthulhoo gets all the best sacrifices, but we don't mind, because he's a god. We're just the Shoggies," Shoggy 6.6 said, while the rest of the Shoggies carried on with their baking preparations. "Are you a cultist?" asked Shoggy 11. "You're shaped right to be a cultist or a sacrifice and sometimes they're both."

"Sooo cool!" The Shoggies all dropped whatever they were doing and converged upon the burnt cookies with impressive speed for squelching piles of unstable organs. "They do look sooo good, thank you Mastress," piped Shoggy 15.