Any chance of some Dinner?

[ringmasterrob]

I am starving, where is dinner?

[Kulaemii]

Cook: Cheeky swine! It's baked potatoes for lunch, with a topoing of your choice with beans on the side. *whacks Rob's fingers (which are creeping towards the serving trays) with a ladle*

[ringmasterrob]

spellcasting heal "H-E-A-L"
*a heal spell deswells his fingers*
Thats better, I would like cheese and ham on my potatoe please *smiles politely*

[Callimpsest]

*Realising what he had done to Rob, the cook hastily served him and withdrew to the kitchen. There, silently, he laughed and laughed and laughed, only stopping when he feared he would choke. It was the most fun that Callimpsest had had in some time - in fact, in this time.

Callimpsest of the future had been ensconced as the school cook of the past for several weeks. Seeing years-ago events unfolding from a different perspective was strange indeed, especially when there were close shaves with his past self and others, but he had quickly adapted to his new persona. No one suspected who he really was (with the possible exception of the pegathors, who were sage enough not to interfere). The cook, just as Callimpsest remembered, was left to his own devices as long as fresh, prompt meals were served. He was respected as someone who wished to work alone, save for one regular visitor to his kitchen.

That visitor, usually dressed in a 'borrowed' school uniform, was Theodora Snitch, who had accepted his invitation and joined him in the past not long after his arrival. Callimpsest had devised not one but two plans to deal with the explosion and save the library, and Theodora was proving invaluable to both. She ventured to areas of the school where the cook's presence would have aroused suspicion, gathering supplies for him with the lightest of fingers. There was more being prepared in the kitchen than just school dinners.

Every so often, Callimpsest went to bed worrying that in the night, the Tower of Time would decide that established history must be preserved and would pull him back too soon. It was a relief to wake up in KMBS the next morning, to hurry to the kitchen and set about preparing breakfast, letting the smells fill his nostrils as the sun rose.

The date of the explosion was approaching. The school could not be ready but Callimpsest would. He had stopped thinking about the devastation he witnessed the last time: he fully expected that this time, his library would be saved and the Tower would convey him and Theodora safely back to their own time to revel in the extended epilogue that would follow the rewritten ending.

Callimpsest expected too much.*

[OOC: Continued in Before, During, Rafter.]