It's taken a lot of effort on César behalf, but he's been rewarded by seeing her blossom every step of the way. And brief kisses are just as nice as the longer ones.
He brightens enormously at such a simple declaration. "That's right! You've never had proper Mexican or Argentine cuisine. Absolutely no Latin American food whatsoever. I've been trying to source ingredients, and once I have enough of the right ones, I can teach you my mother's recipes. Hope you like spicy food! Also hold on, let me tell you what I've on ice."
The cupboards have two packs of dried packs of seaweed, maybe 10 cups of white rice, various simple spices, and some sweet potatoes.
César pulls out two wrapped packages from the ice box or fridge or whatever, each held in a different ceramic dish so he can move them without contaminating his hands. "I've got both venison and salmon. The packages in the cupboard are dried seaweed. Sadly, no soy sauce until next month."
He puts the wrapped packages down onto the counter and goes back into the fridge, his tone turning joyful. "The seaweed and salmon are from Jean. Cecil gave me the sweat potatoes. Ylva got the venison. Annnnd she also showed me how to forage all of this, some of which she coaxed to grow with her druid magic, and anything we don't use can go back home with you for work."
Two more ceramic dishes come out and onto the counter, both well-loaded. One dish has a bunch of different vegetables: various spring herbs, wild carrot, dandelions, and cattail root. The other has Lion's Mane mushrooms. All of which he identifies by pointing to them one at a time. It's not just one meal, but several.
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He brightens enormously at such a simple declaration. "That's right! You've never had proper Mexican or Argentine cuisine. Absolutely no Latin American food whatsoever. I've been trying to source ingredients, and once I have enough of the right ones, I can teach you my mother's recipes. Hope you like spicy food! Also hold on, let me tell you what I've on ice."
The cupboards have two packs of dried packs of seaweed, maybe 10 cups of white rice, various simple spices, and some sweet potatoes.
César pulls out two wrapped packages from the ice box or fridge or whatever, each held in a different ceramic dish so he can move them without contaminating his hands. "I've got both venison and salmon. The packages in the cupboard are dried seaweed. Sadly, no soy sauce until next month."
He puts the wrapped packages down onto the counter and goes back into the fridge, his tone turning joyful. "The seaweed and salmon are from Jean. Cecil gave me the sweat potatoes. Ylva got the venison. Annnnd she also showed me how to forage all of this, some of which she coaxed to grow with her druid magic, and anything we don't use can go back home with you for work."
Two more ceramic dishes come out and onto the counter, both well-loaded. One dish has a bunch of different vegetables: various spring herbs, wild carrot, dandelions, and cattail root. The other has Lion's Mane mushrooms. All of which he identifies by pointing to them one at a time. It's not just one meal, but several.