Food fi yuh rass.

[cantacquityou]

Who: Miles Edgeworth, Geoffrey Chaucer, Phoenix Wright (And Veritas)
What: West Indian-themed dinner party. No ganja involved.
When: Saturday, March 3rd,
Where: Room 502, Miles Edgeworth's room
Rating: Spicy Somewhat safe. Let's hope it stays that way. Semi-casual.
 

Ever since Phoenix's unfortunate fall which incapacitated him for two weeks, Phoenix and Edgeworht had spontaneously developed a weekly (and at times, bi-weekly) pattern of having a themed dinner event, taking place in Edgeworth's room, in which all foods and decor would be based upon, or otherwise influecned by, a selected country or region. Tonight is Caribbean Night.

Edgewrth had only been to Jamaica once and totally not because he has a Jamaican mun and even then, was only there for a day. He enlisted the help of a few West Indian acquaintances, and wished up a grand number of food items. In order to reflect the multiethnic diversity of the English-speaking Caribbean countries, he requested foods common in the Anglo Caribbean countries such as Jamaica, Trinidad and Tobago, Guyana, St. Lucia, and others.

In due time, the castle's ghosts prepared a feast far surpassing the stomach capacity of three (or four) individuals. Upon a large, sand-sprinkled table littered with seashells, there lay three bowls of curried channa and potatoes, goat and shrimp; jerk chicken; slightly sweet fesitval with delicately spongy breaded insides; oxtail; rice and peas; a medium-sized bowl of piping, yellow dhal puree; three, large roti folded into quarters; ackee and saltfish; there was also a bowl of cut fruit including mangoes, otaheite apple, june plum, and others.

As for the condiments, there were three, small glass bowls with a spicy-sweet tamarind sauce, mango chutney, and guava jam. At the right side of the table, there were the beverages: Sorrel, with potent hints of ginger, Ting, and thick, soursop juice.

AND BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO TYPE THIS  PARAGRAPH AGAIN DSAFLKJHSDFJKH 
The decor is as follows: Animated beach wallpaper to give the feel of actually being on a beach. Smells of the sea. Music playing in the background, including steel pans, reggae, soca, chutney music. A large, flat-screen television playing carnival scenes with flamboyantly costumed 'limers', sequined, scantily-clad beauties flailing around to soca music and large floats. Damn it.


Food references: Festival, ackee and saltfish, roti, curried channa and potatoes, Ugh I had links before but don't give a crap anymore find pictures yourselves :/. 


 

 

Comments

[thetrudger]

You put up with me when I'm difficult, and I you.

I put up with Gwaine when he taunts me. I put up with Cole when he makes snarky comments. I put up with Felix when he completely baffles me. And we're all friends.

[takethat]

I don't much consider that "putting up with," though, where I'm concerned anyway. I'm happy to listen to you when you need to talk about something. It's no obligation or anything like that.

[He's also bursting with joy when he gets to help Edgeworth, but, you know. That's neither here nor there... because he doesn't want it to be.]

[thetrudger]

Then you must feel the same way with Miles.

[End of discussion. He wins. He picks something up and takes a tiny little bite. His game needs to continue. D:<]

I'm guessing that there are no virgins in this room, true or false?

[takethat]

[He falters for a moment at that... incredibly abrupt change of subjects... but keeps playing along anyhow.]

Er, true for me. Definitely not a virgin.

[this is me not seeming interested at all in Edgeworth's response]

[cantacquityou]

?!


What a brazen-...!

What relevance is there to this conversation?

[thetrudger]

[Geoff laughs heartily, glancing over at Miles.]

I beg your pardon. Did I offend? It was not my intention to bring a rosy blush to that face of yours, I only meant to continue our game. I am a rather crude man.

[cantacquityou]

...Indeed.

[thetrudger]

That is all you have to say, Miles? Why, I thought we were friends.

Very well, then. I shall assume that you are a virgin and carry on with the game.

[cantacquityou]

[He rests his chin in his palm.

...After a bit of silence, he holds up three fingers.]

[takethat]

...you do realize that could mean anything in this context, don't you?

[cantacquityou]

...Make what you will of it.

[thetrudger]

[The side of his mouth quirks up.]

I believe the meaning was quite clear. Bravo, dear man.

[takethat]

[Phoenix, on the other hand, is all frowns.]

Whose side are you on, anyway, Geoff?

[cantacquityou]

[mutters under breath]





...I would hardly call my past lovers an, 'accomplishment.'

[thetrudger]

Huh? Side, what side? I'm proud of you, too, Phoenix.

[To Miles.] That bad, then?

[cantacquityou]

...Somewhat.

[takethat]

Don't expect any juicy stories out of him, Geoff.

[Giving Edgeworth A Look.]

[thetrudger]

Ah, well, perhaps your future love life will be brighter.

[He turns back to Phoenix with a grin.] Does that mean I can expect juicy stories from you?

[takethat]

I've been with two women, once each. ...there's nothing juicy to tell.

[A scowl]

...even if they were twins.

[cantacquityou]

...How could you tell?

[thetrudger]

[He busts up laughing, almost crying he's laughing so hard.]

Yes! Perhaps- perhaps you only slept with one woman!

[cantacquityou]

...Were you not only aware that she was a twin years after the fact?

[thetrudger]

Oh my Lord! I see what you mean! I bet that's it!

[Laughing, laughing.]

[takethat]

[He clears his throat.]

Okay, I mean, Iris was... well, that was more recent. Than Dahlia.

[And by "more recent" he definitely means "right before coming to Paradisa." Neat. the other was in college; the more you know]

[cantacquityou]

Hm?