Post by Barrel on Apr 21, 2018 1:45:15 GMT
Circa: February 4th
Barrel gasped in awe at the sheer size of the palace as he walked down the hall, his hands clasped together in front of him. This place, Agrabah, could never cease to amaze him. Everything seemed to be coated in a thin layer of sand, and the warm, pumpkin-shaped sun of the Hallow's Eve realm didn't hold a candle to the intense heat and light radiated by the desert sun. He could feel his deathly pale skin prickling every time he stepped outside of the palace walls. It was just something he was going to have to get used to it. Not to mention all the creatures he had seen roaming the around the place, from normal humans and animals to strange alien-like creatures and monsters that rivaled the ones skulking around Halloween Town.
Ignoring the pinching feeling he was getting from whatever his hands were wrapped around, he stepped into the dining hall, noticing that it was fairly empty. Near the entrance was a long table, adorned with various dishware and almost empty platters. What really caught his eye was the pot sitting on top of the table, a large ladle placed right beside it.
Using a well-placed stool to climb on to the table, he dropped the arachnids into the pot one by one, grinning as they slowly sunk into the thick soup inside. The scorpions weren't very large, and judging by their thick claws and thin tails, they weren't very poisonous, either. Nonetheless, they would still make for a good ingredient to spice up this bland food.
With his hands now free, Barrel picked up the ladle and began stirring the soup, watching as the mixture swirled around. He took a sip of his creation, his grin growing even wider as he bit into a slighty softened scorpion with a satisfying crunch. Perfect.
