It was a special day during this month. Today was the Day of Completion where the Creator Gods and Goddesses, among which were Ssylphiel’s ancestors, had finished their labors in creating the universe. This was signified by the sun first rising at its peak. It became the signature day of freedom for all races when they escaped the yoke of oppression. Right now, the Order of Hissteria was enjoying the fact that they all chose to serve their Goddess. They were all relaxing on the pool deck in the upper levels of the palace. The pool was big enough for a harem five times the size of Ssylphiel’s to still have elbow room. It was a shallow pool magical adaptive floors so all races big and small could have fun. Nora, Sanliel, Shannon, and Beth were cuddling up to one another while dipping their feet into the pool. They were in full pool-side harem gear, hair flowers and skirt-style bikinis. “My, my, my,” purred Beth as the rays of the sun hit her tummy, “such a beautiful day.”
“I’m imagining,” said Shannon, “that I’m at Nora’s Tavern…with a mug of ale in one hand, some good mutton in the other, and propping my feet up near the fireplace after a hard day’s work.”
“Only…ye’ve never done a hard day’s work!” joked Nora. The four of them laughed.
“…Say, where’s Ssylphiel?” asked Sanliel. “She’s usually here whenever this day rolls around.”
“She sure is taking her sweet time,” remarked Beth. She then smelled something. “…That’s beef cooking,” she said. “…And there’s hot dogs too!”
“The grill!” realized Shannon. “She’s at the grill!” The four of them headed to where the grill usually sits.
“I thought this place has staff for the kitchens,” remarked Nora, being the newest addition to the Order of Hissteria.
“Yes, but sometimes Mistress needs to flex her own cooking muscles,” replied Beth. “It’s just that she’s good at a particular kind of cooking.” They arrived to see Ssylphiel in just an apron that said “Worship the Cook” at the grill, cooking burgers and hot dogs as Beth predicted.
“Is that one of those magic aprons, Mistress?” asked Nora. Ssylphiel turned to see the group.
“It sure is, Darling Nora,” confirmed the Divine Naga. “No matter where it may end up on my exposed flesh, I can’t get any splash damage.”
“So you can cook?” asked Nora.
“On a grill, yes. I’m sure Shannon can tell you about the disaster that was last Winter Solstice.”
“Oh, good grief! That ham was nothing more than leather!” complained Shannon.
“As you can see, Nora,” continued Ssylphiel, “I cannot use a stove or oven to save my life. But a grill? That’s a different story. Seriously, you give me any animal, and I mean ANY creature that my Creator Ancestors and their colleagues put in this world and I’ll grill it. …Hells, I’ll grill you if you’re not careful. Now!” Ssylphiel then put the finished hot dogs and burgers on a plate and revealed a table full of buns, chips, sodas, and other finger foods. “Who’s hungry?” she asked as she clicked the tongs. To make a long story short, everyone was!