There were councils of war and preparations for battle underway, but Safrin's lessons to him had not been forgotten. There was time, too, to care for himself. To rest and to look after his friends as well, those who drove themselves no less hard in their own ways to combat the invaders. So it was that Hadama had begun learning a new skill, one that built upon his previous experiences. Not a technique of war, but one of cooking. A new culinary endeavor, and one that he had invited Maea to join him in today.
"Chop it as fine as you can," he rumbled, a twinkle in his eye as he also suited words to action with his own knife and cutting board. His held several bars of milk chocolate, while Maea's hosted several bars of dark chocolate.
It was late afternoon and the Tidepool Bar was closed for the day, but the owner - even if he was no longer the resident chef - of the enterprise had commandeered the open air kitchen for their evening together.
And today, in spite of the trauma and tension around them, they were making truffles. Not for any special occasion or reason, but simply because Hadama wished to share some time with his friend and to remind them both of the life that waited for them beyond their battles.
"Chop it as fine as you can," he rumbled, a twinkle in his eye as he also suited words to action with his own knife and cutting board. His held several bars of milk chocolate, while Maea's hosted several bars of dark chocolate.
It was late afternoon and the Tidepool Bar was closed for the day, but the owner - even if he was no longer the resident chef - of the enterprise had commandeered the open air kitchen for their evening together.
And today, in spite of the trauma and tension around them, they were making truffles. Not for any special occasion or reason, but simply because Hadama wished to share some time with his friend and to remind them both of the life that waited for them beyond their battles.
