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

[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?

[takethat]

[Suddenly the food is way more interesting once again!]



...Dahlia was my girlfriend when I was in college. That was a while ago. Iris--well I just--she was around right before I came here, you know?

[thetrudger]

[Chaucer has stopped laughing by now and is serious.]

I'm sorry, dear fellow. I assume, then, that the romance is no more?

[cantacquityou]

[A little bit too curious, perhaps?]

...Is that to say that you--... When did-...? How is that possible? Is she not confined?

[...This is me getting all up in your business.]

[takethat]

Eh...

[There is no way he could be more uncomfortable right now! None at all.]

...it wasn't really a "romance" so much as a... little... thing...



...it was just a thing. It didn't really last and I don't think it would've if I'd stuck around in that world, either.

[He sighs and looks over at Edgeworth.]

...there was time.

[thetrudger]

I'm sorry, my friend.

[He doesn't really know what's going on, so he'll leave it at that.]

[cantacquityou]

Oh. Well, then.


[Is...quite a bit visibly uncomfortable by the thought of that...for several reasons. Does this breech ethics somehow?]

[takethat]

[OH PROBABLY]

It's nothing to be sorry about, Geoff. Just a fling--I don't think it meant anything.

...how about you? Do you have juicy stories?

[thetrudger]

I hope that's what you wanted it to be. A good fling every now and then is good.

Ah... ahaha... do I have stories? I am afraid they might bring a blush to our friend's face.

[cantacquityou]

[...Too late.]

[takethat]

Now I really want to hear--but I guess it can wait til we aren't in decent company.

[He smirks, though he's secretly hoping this will derail the conversation from his own love life.]

[cantacquityou]

...Perhaps. Besides, I am certain whatever I would have to contribute would be of absolutely no interest to you fellows. I share no common denominator, after all.

[thetrudger]

No common...?

[Ohhh.]

Sex is sex. If you'd like to contribute a story, Miles, I would be happy to listen.

[Because... that seems likely, Geoff. >.> ]

What do you think, my fiery friend? Shall we have him tell us?

[cantacquityou]

[Oh shit no. Let's interject before Phoenix has a chance to say anything.]



...That won't be necessary.

[takethat]

Oh, no. It's very necessary. Do tell.

[Oh there's something in his voice, here, but whatever it is... it's veiled.]

[cantacquityou]

What?! You too??

[takethat]

[This is my innocent face...]