There were times when Draco would look around his kitchen and simply take in the atmosphere without saying a word to anyone. How like the universe a kitchen was; When there was no life within it was orderly and calm, but once the cooks arrived it became a chaotic mess of conflicting sights and smells and flavors as different cooks focused on different dishes and tried to get them as perfect as possible before sending them out to be consumed by those beyond the kitchens walls. It wasn't a perfect metaphor and thus the young noble kept his thoughts to himself in order to avoid the possibility of looking like a fool but it worked for him. 

Today was Stew Day at the Noble Soup Kitchen.

Walking around the kitchen in order to have a look at the massive pots that the stew was cooking in, an intelligent man that thought about it might have noticed that the pots seemed to be divided into two groups, through what divided them was not easily seen. Draco knew all to well through; While most of the pots were simply containing a normal hearty stew to feed to the starving masses, the meat in the others had come from animals that had been diseased before they had been slaughtered. Nothing world ending but it would cause an outbreak of lesser illness among those that ate from it that would spread to those around them. An offering to Grandfather Nurgle. 

Those had were tasked with serving the stew into bowls had been instructed carefully that every seventh bowl was to be filled from one of the Nurgle pots; A task that Draco was happy to see was being taken as seriously as any other holy ritual. In truth he doubted that this offering was going to be enough to earn a blessing from Grandfather Nurgle, but if pleased him enough so that the Lord of Despair would ignore the Hope and Change that Draco was bringing about then it would have been worth it. 

Besides, Draco couldn't help but feel something akin to kinship with Grandfather Nurgle; Out of all the gods, Nurgle was the one who spent most of his time slaving away in front of a pot, trying to cook up new and wonderful flavors of illness and plague to offer up to a hard to please galaxy. The God was a chef at heart.

Stepping out of the kitchen and walking into his office in order to have deal with the parts of running the Noble Soup Kitchen that didn't require him to be working in a kitchen, he took a moment to look at his meetings for the day before he started to work on the logistics paperwork to make sure that there would be plenty of supplies for the offering to Khorne tomorrow; Rare, spit roasted meat dripping with blood with a collection of hot and spicy spices in order to give it that flavor kick... combined with a limited amount of water jugs in the serving area which will no doubt result in numerous fights over who got a drink to try and cool their mouths down throughout the day that will no doubt result in several deaths when they escalated. Pausing in his work for a moment, Draco made a memo to ensure that the serving knives would likewise be limited but that they would be nice and sharp.