04.Apr.21, 08:05 PM
A faint smile touched Lassalla’s lips, and she held up the bottle in acknowledgement to K’dar’s statement. “I hope I’m wrong, too.”
Tasters…She’d heard about the weyrleader’s suggestion a couple of days before, after he’d recovered somewhat from the muffin incident. “Ha. Yes, I’ve heard about that. I’ve taken to cooking for myself and my girls, as much as I can. My oldest, Kessa, helps, too. She’s becoming quite the cook.” It made sense, though, for safety’s sake. Not everyone was able to cook for themselves or watch while their meal was prepared. She shrugged. “I understand the intention, even if I’d rather risk as few lives as possible. As a gold rider though, if it means preserving the dragons of our fair world, and others are willing to take that risk, I’ll go along.”
A wicked grin crept over her features as she stared into her bottle. “Though, I must admit, there were a few items from the kitchens that were a bit sketchy, even before all of this unpleasantness.” She gave him a knowing look and a small grimace. “I’ve never been entirely sure what goes into the stew they’ve always got brewing down there.” A lighthearted laugh bubbled up, and she was glad of the lighter turn to conversation. “I am glad to be able to develop my cooking talents. Or rather, try and grow them from a lack thereof. I’ve never been much of a chef.”
Her gold scolded her lightly.
“You wouldn’t happen to know of any easy recipes to try, would you? Herdbeast, roots, fish…?”