[ He stops dashing around eventually with half a dozen completed dishes in hand. He's done everything that can be done quickly. From here, a slow flame would be necessary. ]
She always said that flavour connects people to each other. I happen to agree.
[ A pile of berries had been turned into salsa, backed up by chips that Tendou had brought from home. A fish had been turned into a fine tartare, sitting in a line of delicate plates. Seaweed and more fish was now on the pot, boiling slowly over the heat of his Larvesta's flame. And last but not least, he had dug a makeshift oven into the dirt and there seems to be a bunch of pies baking. ]
Go ahead, take whatever you want.
[ He's not paying for the ingredients anyway, whoops. ]
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She always said that flavour connects people to each other. I happen to agree.
[ A pile of berries had been turned into salsa, backed up by chips that Tendou had brought from home. A fish had been turned into a fine tartare, sitting in a line of delicate plates. Seaweed and more fish was now on the pot, boiling slowly over the heat of his Larvesta's flame. And last but not least, he had dug a makeshift oven into the dirt and there seems to be a bunch of pies baking. ]
Go ahead, take whatever you want.
[ He's not paying for the ingredients anyway, whoops. ]