Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26184570-20170428030330/@comment-26184570-20170517184908

"Hm. But really, when was the last time you ate?"

At that moment, he starts preparing their dinner. It consist of some sort of red meat (not the Minotaur if it's sentient) that he's slow roasting over the open fire that's keeping them warm with a spiced, dark soy sauce broth, a spicy, strong-tasting red paste, slow rendered onion with soy sauce and some sort of dark, caramelized tree sap and most prominently, the bright pink, yeasty, sour sludge left behind from the distilling of plum wine. The smell of it starting to cook is intoxicating. Čudur begins to fold chopped green onions and miso into some sort of dough, and flattening it into pancakes. She also starts heating a mixture of duck fat and garlic oil. She then says to him: "For some reason, this didn't occur to my father, but we haven't asked your name yet."