Hadama nodded equably at her expertise, unhurried and content to wait on the shore in the company of a friend. The scents coming from the fire were enjoyable enough on their own, while the antics of her companions provided a pleasant diversion.
"Thank you," he rumbled in response to her offer, watching in particular for the timing and amount of her application of spices and carrots to the meal.
He didn't ask her any more questions about the process, respecting her lack of enthusiasm for teaching, but focused on learning what he could through observation. Though one thought did finally find release as he considered the fire and the meat being turned over it. "Do drylanders ever eat uncooked meat?" Rhampire sashimi, anyone?
"Thank you," he rumbled in response to her offer, watching in particular for the timing and amount of her application of spices and carrots to the meal.
He didn't ask her any more questions about the process, respecting her lack of enthusiasm for teaching, but focused on learning what he could through observation. Though one thought did finally find release as he considered the fire and the meat being turned over it. "Do drylanders ever eat uncooked meat?" Rhampire sashimi, anyone?
