08-07-2017, 02:11 AM
Takezo may not have been an experienced cook, but he was well versed in minimalist style of flavor. As the meat began dripping juices, he took a break from the flame to fetch a rather lovely smelling bottle of wine. He sat it by his seat at the fire, then walked to the edge of the wood line and started to climb a tree. The man did so quite elegantly, as if he were part monkey.
He was only off the ground for a few moments, to cut a couple of the long leafs from the tree. He lept down with them in tow and returned to the fire. "When I was young, I learned this trick from the old woman I was staying with." Was the swordsman opening up? It felt only right, but the slight hint of alcohol in his blood might be skewing his judgement here.
He took one stick at a time and doused it lightly with the wine, getting into the fat dripping cuts he had made, and along the tougher exterior to soften it up. He then quickly wraps each chunk in the green leaf and sat it back over the fire to finish cooking.
Dust was staring at the hunks of meat. It looked good before, but now the swordsman had apparently gone gourmet. Gildarts was leaning in, enjoying the scent of sweetened meat and the smell of fatty grease as it dripped out of the leaves and into the fire.
Content with his job, he sat back on his rock and took another sip of his sake, to find that the paper cup was emptied. He frowned slightly. Had he really drank through it that fast? "Another round, my friend? I fear after we eat the alcohol might not bite quite as nice." Dust tossed Takezo the sake gourd, which the swordsman expertly caught.
"Don't forget to save me some," Dust reminded him. He had no idea how heavy a drinker Takezo was. With Dust's luck, he may have to pluck an empty gourd from an unconscious man in an hour or so. "
With a chuckle, the ronin nodded his agreement. "Very well, but you should have brought one as payment to the cook." Dust's eyes peered back at the meat. Takezo was not wrong, but he had no idea they would be eating so 'fancy' for a guy's night out. "I see you eyeing them. Five more minutes. Unless you want it coming out the other end faster than it went in."
Gildarts chuckled. Food poisoning was something every traveler had to watch out for. There were only so many leaves, and hell hath no fury like picking the wrong leaf in the middle of the woods. "I can wait," the crash mage said, though he was starting to eye the large hunks of meat more eagerly now. The wine had given the flash cooked meat a whole new auroma, and the fat-greased leaves even started smelling good.
The next five minutes were filled with trivial banter every now and then, but for the most part Takezo was tending to turning the meat and Dust was busy salivating over it. Even Gildarts had leaned forward, arms propped on knees, to enjoy the smell.
"It should be safe now. I was not sure if your 'doll' eats, but there is one for him as well. I do believe our host should get first ... pick." The moment Dust was given the all clear, he stole a rack of ribs and began chowing down. The moment he realized Takezo's last words, he looked up, mouth complete with a meaty rib bone, with a look of a scolded puppy. If he had a tail, it would be between his legs.
"Go ahead, this one's mine." Gildarts goes for the meaty shank, the fat grease had dribbled down the stick and stirred the flame beneath it even more. The smell had enticed the mage for far too long.
Gildarts and Hakori both stopped as they watched Takezo eat. They had been peeling away the leaves to get at the meat, but the ronin was eating the grease and wine soaked greens, tenderized by the heat, along with the meat. Dust peers at half of the leaves on the ground and whines. To little too late. "You should have said the leaves were edible..."
"If they were not edible, I would not have put them on food." He made a fair point. To be fair though, Takezo shares a few of the large leaves with Dust, to make it more even. The leaves were tough and hearty. They were greasy, wine flavored and tender. It was the equivelant to vegetarian bacon with real pork grease action!
He was only off the ground for a few moments, to cut a couple of the long leafs from the tree. He lept down with them in tow and returned to the fire. "When I was young, I learned this trick from the old woman I was staying with." Was the swordsman opening up? It felt only right, but the slight hint of alcohol in his blood might be skewing his judgement here.
He took one stick at a time and doused it lightly with the wine, getting into the fat dripping cuts he had made, and along the tougher exterior to soften it up. He then quickly wraps each chunk in the green leaf and sat it back over the fire to finish cooking.
Dust was staring at the hunks of meat. It looked good before, but now the swordsman had apparently gone gourmet. Gildarts was leaning in, enjoying the scent of sweetened meat and the smell of fatty grease as it dripped out of the leaves and into the fire.
Content with his job, he sat back on his rock and took another sip of his sake, to find that the paper cup was emptied. He frowned slightly. Had he really drank through it that fast? "Another round, my friend? I fear after we eat the alcohol might not bite quite as nice." Dust tossed Takezo the sake gourd, which the swordsman expertly caught.
"Don't forget to save me some," Dust reminded him. He had no idea how heavy a drinker Takezo was. With Dust's luck, he may have to pluck an empty gourd from an unconscious man in an hour or so. "
With a chuckle, the ronin nodded his agreement. "Very well, but you should have brought one as payment to the cook." Dust's eyes peered back at the meat. Takezo was not wrong, but he had no idea they would be eating so 'fancy' for a guy's night out. "I see you eyeing them. Five more minutes. Unless you want it coming out the other end faster than it went in."
Gildarts chuckled. Food poisoning was something every traveler had to watch out for. There were only so many leaves, and hell hath no fury like picking the wrong leaf in the middle of the woods. "I can wait," the crash mage said, though he was starting to eye the large hunks of meat more eagerly now. The wine had given the flash cooked meat a whole new auroma, and the fat-greased leaves even started smelling good.
The next five minutes were filled with trivial banter every now and then, but for the most part Takezo was tending to turning the meat and Dust was busy salivating over it. Even Gildarts had leaned forward, arms propped on knees, to enjoy the smell.
"It should be safe now. I was not sure if your 'doll' eats, but there is one for him as well. I do believe our host should get first ... pick." The moment Dust was given the all clear, he stole a rack of ribs and began chowing down. The moment he realized Takezo's last words, he looked up, mouth complete with a meaty rib bone, with a look of a scolded puppy. If he had a tail, it would be between his legs.
"Go ahead, this one's mine." Gildarts goes for the meaty shank, the fat grease had dribbled down the stick and stirred the flame beneath it even more. The smell had enticed the mage for far too long.
Gildarts and Hakori both stopped as they watched Takezo eat. They had been peeling away the leaves to get at the meat, but the ronin was eating the grease and wine soaked greens, tenderized by the heat, along with the meat. Dust peers at half of the leaves on the ground and whines. To little too late. "You should have said the leaves were edible..."
"If they were not edible, I would not have put them on food." He made a fair point. To be fair though, Takezo shares a few of the large leaves with Dust, to make it more even. The leaves were tough and hearty. They were greasy, wine flavored and tender. It was the equivelant to vegetarian bacon with real pork grease action!