Careful of the ten foot limit of the ring's power, Hadama wasn't about to go far. But he'd prepared for the visit with a cautious sort of optimism that they would reach his home eventually and he moved to one of the small tables and the decorative driftwood box atop it.
Only, it wasn't so decorative after all. As he lifted it the 'box' was revealed as a lid that was covering a tray of food. The tray was covered in spaced-out spikes not unlike a flattened sea urchin and morsels were impaled on the spikes to prevent them from floating away. Bite sized chunks of octopus and scallops filled one section of the platter, while another held small 2-3 bite 'sandwiches' of red and white fish filets wrapped in seaweed. There were also a trio of clam shells with hinges and clasps, and a pair of small, slender bone spatulas.
Unable to simply speak what he wanted to convey, Hadama lifted one of the spatulas in one hand and a shell in the other. Flipping it open with his thumb he revealed a thick red paste. Scooping some out with the spatula, he quickly closed the shell to prevent the paste from dissolving into the water in the room and spread it on one of the octopus bites. He popped it into his mouth in demonstration, then offered Melita the other spatula, green eyes twinkling with pride and pleasure at being able to share a proper mer-meal with his human friend.
The other shells contained a pale paste that had a citrusy, mildly sweet flavor and a black paste with a heavier, savory flavor. The red was, of course, spicy, and there was plenty to go around.
Only, it wasn't so decorative after all. As he lifted it the 'box' was revealed as a lid that was covering a tray of food. The tray was covered in spaced-out spikes not unlike a flattened sea urchin and morsels were impaled on the spikes to prevent them from floating away. Bite sized chunks of octopus and scallops filled one section of the platter, while another held small 2-3 bite 'sandwiches' of red and white fish filets wrapped in seaweed. There were also a trio of clam shells with hinges and clasps, and a pair of small, slender bone spatulas.
Unable to simply speak what he wanted to convey, Hadama lifted one of the spatulas in one hand and a shell in the other. Flipping it open with his thumb he revealed a thick red paste. Scooping some out with the spatula, he quickly closed the shell to prevent the paste from dissolving into the water in the room and spread it on one of the octopus bites. He popped it into his mouth in demonstration, then offered Melita the other spatula, green eyes twinkling with pride and pleasure at being able to share a proper mer-meal with his human friend.
The other shells contained a pale paste that had a citrusy, mildly sweet flavor and a black paste with a heavier, savory flavor. The red was, of course, spicy, and there was plenty to go around.
