selenite is evil, that's all there is to it.
He was explaining to
phoenixsinger about a game master screen, and mentioned them having just about any table a GM might want to look up. I compared it to how many cookbooks will have at the front or back charts of measurements comparisons, how many tablespoons in a cup and such, and substitutions such as how much minced onion = a chopped up fresh onion.
Then I looked at
selenite and softly sang "The prudent cookbooks give it / in tables at the end, the drops that make a teaspoon ..." (based on Leslie Fish singing
Kipling's Hymn of Breaking Strain, of course).
We riffed off various ideas for this for a moment or two, and I was just thinking it would make a pretty good filk, although perhaps I should hand it off to someone who knows rather more about cooking than I do. (Why yes,
selenesue, I was thinking of you.)
Then
selenite looked at me and said, "well, you could make something out of it, but it's still going to be half-baked."
I whacked him with one of my knitting needles.