[audio]

[promittere]

Good evening.

[The voice that comes on is even and softly accented with what one could presume is an English accent, were England a place that existed for you.]

For those of you that don't know me yet, my name is Ignis. I'm here with something of an offer - as I'm sure most of you are aware, the ingredients the replicators seem capable of producing are strange. Some of them are completely foreign to me, but I'm something of a hobbyist chef. I know my compatriots are likely to eat my food with few complaints as they would not wish to hurt my feelings, and that simply won't do.

What I am offering is, of course, meals cooked for you. Nothing that will poison you, of course, but something to help acclimate me to the strange new foods I have at my disposal. If you're interested in trying, feel free to stop by.

[He leaves his address, and then signs off.]

Comments

[Audio]

[original_is_best]

You are skilled at cooking?

[Verstael could get by.

But he preferred to have someone else do the cooking.]

[promittere]

I've gotten a few rave reviews in my time.

[He could just say yes.]

[original_is_best]

While I'm capable of providing for myself, I would prefer if I didn't have to spend my time on basic needs.

At what times will you be serving?

[promittere]

So you want a personal chef.

[smh.]

In the afternoons, and perhaps some evenings.

[original_is_best]

If you are offering those services I would be interested, given that your skill is adequate.

[That was exactly what he wanted. He was accustomed to it by now. He cloned the ingredients back home but it wasn't like he cooked them.]

[promittere]

I suppose you'll have to see for yourself, what my skill level is.

[original_is_best]

Will you be serving tonight?

[He's asking like this is a business...]