>>5797030Your dish was disappointing. Cooked fish. You tried seasoning it, but you were no poissonier and you decided to be conservative. If you tried getting fancy with the mushrooms and seasonings over a campfire you were just adding more unknown quantities that could be burnt or taste wrong, and especially since you didn’t have a pan or anything there was only so much the fish could hold that wouldn’t fall off of your humble grilling stick.
You try a bite of one of several of your fish. Tasted like cooked fish. Smokey flavor from the fire. A hint of mushrooms. Everything else failed to have an impact. Well… Oh well. You weren’t a chef. Probably should have joined forces with Naoki or Masami and you would have been able to make something more impressive with access to a kitchen.
You tear the fish you had taken a bite from in half and tossed a half to Izumi and Shigure. You were going to attract a bear or get an insect problem doing that, but whatever. Your water bullet would smoke a bear at your level.
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You look at the spread on Hotaru’s table. Yours wasn’t the worst, Masami’s was. Cucumber milksteak? What the fuck was cucumber milksteak? Ew! You resolve to choke some down with a smile and a compliment because you knew she didn’t have parents to show her the way. Probably just tried something ridiculous with no culinary skill whatsoever like you would have done if you had access to more ingredients, the difference being you’ve at least seen actual food before a few times in your life.
Hotaru’s mouth noticeably twitches when she sees that abomination but quickly grinds through what is no doubt a similar thought process to yours when she says “Well, it looks… It smells good.”
Masami nods smugly. “It’s my own recipe, I have it at least three times a week.”
Kami-Sama, she ate like this…
