29.Oct.20, 12:14 AM
Zelana had taken over the little private kitchen in A'tay's weyr and she was absolutely delighted about it. The Gather had been great fun, but she had purposefully tried to keep herself just a little on the well behaved side, just dragging him to dance, exploring the food stalls, and generally getting caught up in the sights and sounds. And not once did she mention going swimming! She was quite proud of that little bit of restraint and now that she'd given A'tay that bit of reprieve she was almost eager to bring the subject back up. But first! Cooking.
She bustled about the little kitchen, finding it actually was rather pleasant and easy to work with since she didn't have to go very far to fetch anything. She had a bit of fish, prepared with a stunning variety of spices she'd managed to both borrow from the kitchen and pick up at the Gather. The dish was divided into four pieces, the first only mildly seasoned, the second one she believed she had achieved a good medium spice level, and the third was what she knew most people considered spicy. The fourth piece she was almost tempted to hide from view at first, the pale cooked fish flesh almost glowing red with the spices. This was enough to make her tear up and scorch her mouth in a way that she loved but could not really explain.
"Now then! I have four pieces of fish, mild, medium, hot, and the Zelly special. Would you like to make a bet?" Zelly's eyes gleamed mischievously. "If you can eat the special without crying I won't mention swimming lessons until next spring. And if you can't... hm. We can start your first swimming lesson in your tub."
She bustled about the little kitchen, finding it actually was rather pleasant and easy to work with since she didn't have to go very far to fetch anything. She had a bit of fish, prepared with a stunning variety of spices she'd managed to both borrow from the kitchen and pick up at the Gather. The dish was divided into four pieces, the first only mildly seasoned, the second one she believed she had achieved a good medium spice level, and the third was what she knew most people considered spicy. The fourth piece she was almost tempted to hide from view at first, the pale cooked fish flesh almost glowing red with the spices. This was enough to make her tear up and scorch her mouth in a way that she loved but could not really explain.
"Now then! I have four pieces of fish, mild, medium, hot, and the Zelly special. Would you like to make a bet?" Zelly's eyes gleamed mischievously. "If you can eat the special without crying I won't mention swimming lessons until next spring. And if you can't... hm. We can start your first swimming lesson in your tub."