"Thank you." The enthusiastic helpfulness of Safrin's daughters was always welcome in his requests for aid. He set to dressing the shark while the women went about their tasks with willing hands - or paws - and soon they had a pile of meat alongside the driftwood and stones. As the flames rose from Nova's creation - and if Hadama noticed the giggle he gave no indication. He watched the bonfire with only slightly less delight than Nova, still fascinated by the twisting, writhing, formless flames even though he was no longer bound to the water.
Once it was burning well he divided the meat into a few different cuts, draping a few longer filets over the tines of his trident to sizzle and grill while some of the smaller pieces of meat were impaled on sticks and set to sear, with Nova and Calypso tasked with turning them at regular intervals to ensure an even cook. The rocks that Calypso had gathered were used as flat surfaced to bake the thickest cuts after a much shorter sear ensured their juices would be held safely inside.
The first batch was ready to eat while they continued to cook the rest of their catch, and an hour later Hadama was portioning the leftovers into three equal piles for them to take home for later.
Once it was burning well he divided the meat into a few different cuts, draping a few longer filets over the tines of his trident to sizzle and grill while some of the smaller pieces of meat were impaled on sticks and set to sear, with Nova and Calypso tasked with turning them at regular intervals to ensure an even cook. The rocks that Calypso had gathered were used as flat surfaced to bake the thickest cuts after a much shorter sear ensured their juices would be held safely inside.
The first batch was ready to eat while they continued to cook the rest of their catch, and an hour later Hadama was portioning the leftovers into three equal piles for them to take home for later.
