LNH20: LNH20 Comics Presents #7: The Spoon of Destiny Saga Part 7

Martin Phipps martinphipps2 at yahoo.com
Thu Jan 12 02:02:47 PST 2012

On Jan 12, 1:27 am, Lalo Martins <lalo.mart... at gmail.com> wrote:
> quoth Saxon Brenton as of Wed, 11 Jan 2012 18:12:08 +0000:
> > Andrew Perron replied:
> > [...]
> >>> What the lemurs hadn't expected was that the cook would return from
> >>> the storage pantry and see them. "Hey!" The trio froze and stared at
> >>> the cook. The cook stared at the lemurs.
> >> Hmmmm... now I'm thinking of who this would be. I've been rolling
> >> around something about someone who has "the power to create food
> >> deserts", but how would that even work... organic... something...
> > I did briefly consider naming him Four-Star-Michelin-Cook Man, if that's
> > any help.
> A little more silver-age, but: how about The Cook Supreme?
> Trained by Zen-Chef monks in the hidden city of Sugary-La, he can reverse-
> engineer any recipe just by tasting the dish, and even then his version
> usually comes out better; he has an instinctive understanding of
> ingredients, the chemical and physical reactions of cooking, and all else
> involved in the art of cooking. Further, by looking into somebody's eyes,
> he can not only sense that person's usual tastes, but even momentary
> cravings and needs either due to mood or the body being in need of
> certain nutrients. People don't usually order; they walk by, say hello,
> and come back one hour later when they're hungry to find the best
> possible dish waiting for them.
> He came to the West intending to be a sort of ambassador of Sugary-La.
> Arriving in Netropolis, the first version of the plan was to open a
> restaurant, but the process of trying to find a venue, register the
> business, buy equipment and furniture, sanitary inspection, and all that
> got him disillusioned with western capitalism and bureaucracy. Then he
> learnt about the LNH and the rest is history. Very very tasty history.

I like it.  Except there should be a better reason why he can't open a
restaurant.  Something like "The monks taught me that I should use my
special skills for the benefit of mankind and not to make myself
rich.  What better place for me to go then than LNH HQ?"


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