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If given the chance, would you ever reach out to your family again?

...speaking of them has made me miss them more. I would dearly love to see my wife and son again, more than I can express. I am... afraid. For them to see me like this. For a very long time, I felt that staying away was for the best. But perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps...

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What is Celine's fave dish to eat?

The chef's gnarled face softens as he thinks back, a smile twisting at the corner of his mouth. "She loved my palmiers. Out of all the complex and intricate dishes and desserts I could have made for her, my belle clair de lune could not get enough of the simplest cookies- just puff pastry and sugar. All she had to do was ask, and I would make a batch up like magic, just for her. I would fill them with chocolate, jam, nuts, fillings of all sorts, but she always liked the plain sugar ones best of all.

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jesn pierre pulls bitches and I don't :(

If it helps, I have not been with anyone since I left home, nor do I wish to.

Not that anyone would desire me like this, in any case.

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WIFE? NAMED CELINE? ((That's a lovely name-)) I think, as a collective, we would love to hear about her

... she is a great beauty. She always was, I cannot imagine this has changed. An ethereal pearl of a woman, softly gleaming like the moon. A loveliness that radiates outward from within, from the soul itself, far greater than skin deep.

Mon amour.

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DON'T TELL ME YOU PULLED BITCHES-

...if by that you mean 'wooed a young lady', is it so hard to imagine? I was not terrible looking when I was younger.

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W...W...W....WIFE????

...oui. I was not always like this, please remember. I once was able to charm and be charmed. And I was.

My beloved Celine... I...

...please, do not make me discuss my family further right now. It is... painful.

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wait, before you met who?

:he looks away, head bowed. His voice is barely audible.:

...my wife.

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you had your own restaurant? :0

I was planning on it, oui. The opportunity for this job was made available to me before I could.

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dealers choice :3

(i am totally not a rat what nooo jajaja)

The chef sighs, takes a brick of standard medium cheddar out of the refrigerator. Pedestrian stuff, he mostly used it for melting or as an ingredient, but it's also a widely appreciated cheese. Most people like it, boring or not. Cutting it into cubes, he puts it on a plate with some crackers. "There you are."

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can i have some cheese pls 😿

Be more specific. Soft cheese? Hard? Mild? Sharp? Spreadable, sliceable, crumbly, creamy? I have a good deal of cheese so you will have to tell me what your tastes are.

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Do you ever have food randomly disappear from the kitchen? Like you aren’t sure where it went but you definitely know that nobody has touched it, or at least couldn’t have?

-💿🍭

Oui. But there are many people in this castle and I cannot watch my stores every second. Perhaps one of my Lords simply craving a midnight snack.

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jean-pierre, what was your life like before working for dethklok?

Ah! Well, as I have mentioned, I grew up in a small fishing village outside of Mariseille, by the sea. Just my mother and I. My childhood was not grand, but it was happy- my mother noticed my eagerness to help in the kitchen and cultivated my skills in any way she could. Even then I noticed the magic of good food- the bliss it could grant beyond mere sustenance. I wanted nothing more than to give that feeling to others through what I could create. I did well enough at school but all I wanted to do was come home and cook. I do not know how long it took my mother to save up for it. But when I was old enough she gave me the greatest gift I have ever recieved- the ability to go to Paris and study at the world-renowned Cordon Bleu academy. And study I did. Every class was delicious, every day a whetstone to sharpen and hone my natural talents. I was in a glistening city of every imaginable delight, and yet none was greater than being at stove and countertop to me. I would open a restaurant of my own. I would be graced with a Michelin star- non, just one? Why not all three? No dream was greater. Nothing could bring me more joy. I thought this and believed it, but that was before I met... before... :he closed his eyes, bent-fingered hands clutching at the sleeves of his chef's jacket. There, just behind his eyes, the figure of a beautiful woman. And there, just at her side, the silhouette of a small child. RIght there in his mind's eye, close enough to touch! His already contorted features twist into an expression of sorrowful regret.: ...desole. That is enough, I think.

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Jean-Pierre! Can you makes me a hot choccys? Please? Prettys please?

"Ah! Oui, milord, but of course. Please, sit. You can watch if you like." With a little smile on his twisted lips, the chef begins with a bar of chocolate. He'd made them specially for this purpose, and like everything else, he'd used his special sweetener. Nobody yet had been able to tell it wasn't actually sugar- perfect when one of his beloved employers had a sweet tooth but was unfortunately diabetic. Breaking the chocolate down to the pips, he set it in a double boiler, melting it down and sending the rich aroma of melting chocolate into the air, undiminished as Jean slowly poured in milk, stirring constantly. Once the hot chocolate was thoroughly mixed up and very warm, he poured it into a mug. A large marshmallow was floated in the center, some of the leftover melted chocolate piped onto it. Two eyes, a triangular nose, a little mouth. Two dollops of whipped cream for ears- and voila. A steaming mug of rich cocoa, topped with a little bear. "Here you are, milord. Will there be anything else?" He said it with that same smile, a warm sense of both satisfaction and nostalgia trickling down his crooked spine.

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Tell me, what is the worst dish you've had to make?

A certain birthday cake. Did it require ingenuity and skill? Mas oui. But I prefer making edible desserts.

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🦃 Happy Turkey Day! What are you thankful for today?

That I'm finally finished cooking for today!

Non, seriously, I am happy and very grateful that I have the greatest job I could ever ask for. It is hard work but there is nothing I would rather be doing.

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When did you realize you have a passion for cooking?

Oh, ever since I was but a boy. Of all the hobbies and games I engaged in as a child, nothing brought me the pleasure of assisting my mother in the kitchen. The wonder and excitement of finding compatible flavors. Coming up with new dishes. Watching my dear mother enjoy what I made her after all the work she did providing for me. Nothing else has ever brought me such joy, and I doubt anything else ever will.

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Do you even need to eat now that you're basically a reanimated chef? I mean no disrespect by the way, chef.

Of course. I am not re-animated, I never died. Even if I didn't require it, I would anyway. Tasting is a vital part of cooking- how is one to know their dish is coming along well if they do not taste it to make sure?