- Joined
- Mar 6, 2009
- Location
- Beaverton, OR
Josef ducked into the cabinet and pulled a pot out. It didn't take him much longer after that to get everything on the boil. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the chicken to finish cooking so they could eat. She didn't have any matzo meal unfortunately so he couldn't add in any matzo balls, but hey he was in goyim's house, couldn't expect them to have everything.
“How dangerous are the knives? In all honesty that would probably be the fastest option. I've got some training with knife combat already. Scythes and swords sound cool, but it does take time to learn how to use them properly.”
He stirred the pot of soup, and then turned the heat down and put the lid on to let it simmer. The scent of homemade chicken soup was drifting through the apartment. The perfect cure for all ills, or at least that what his imah always said. He pondered about the language she was talking about. He wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable about the supernatural as was becoming more evident by the minute.
“What's Enochian? Never heard of it before.”
“How dangerous are the knives? In all honesty that would probably be the fastest option. I've got some training with knife combat already. Scythes and swords sound cool, but it does take time to learn how to use them properly.”
He stirred the pot of soup, and then turned the heat down and put the lid on to let it simmer. The scent of homemade chicken soup was drifting through the apartment. The perfect cure for all ills, or at least that what his imah always said. He pondered about the language she was talking about. He wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable about the supernatural as was becoming more evident by the minute.
“What's Enochian? Never heard of it before.”