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<span class="mu-s">"Eh, but it doesn't make a difference to me. You'll get your judgment on the Snake Way. For now, let's see if your planet will earn the right to continue to exist or not."</span>
"Follow me please, sir."
Paihmon and Divel led the Destroyer and Whis into the hall of their fallen lookout. The floor was only slightly tilted, since the lookout was sitting in a crater. Barely noticeable, yet apparent looking at the floor ahead.
Beerus closed his eyes a second as he thought. <span class="mu-s">'Maybe I should destroy Frieza already... it'd be amusing if nothing more to see him try to resist in his arrogant shade of gold he likes to play dress up in... Hmm, maybe.'</span>
He blinked and looked forward. The silent one named Divel was pulling a seat out for him at a table that had been set ahead with a white draping. Sitting down at the table with Whis, he sniffed the air.
<span class="mu-s">"I smell something."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"It is quite a strong smell, isn't it?"</span>
"That would be the smell of our root spice, sires." Paihmon said. He snapped his finger, and Divel went to the side, pulling a cart forward.
The guest hall was lit by wall sconces and natural light pouring in from the opening in the ceiling. It reflected a dull shine off the bronze metal of the square tray that Divel set before Beerus. The manservant lifted the cover, revealing the meal.
<span class="mu-s">"Oooh."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Now this is an interesting looking dish."</span>
"It is a common dinner that Loquas enjoy, sires. We eat all of our meals with a healthy portion of spice." Paihmon said, motioning towards the orange little mountain contained in a cup shaped like the half of an egg.
<span class="mu-s">"Mm. What are these red things? They look like meat but it looks raw."</span>
"Those are the pan seared breasts of a Lavaloq, sire. Lavaloqs are a mammal with hide so tough, they bathe in magma. We hunt them by striking at the soft throats. The fact is, their meat is always very warm already, but somewhat dry. We make it juicy by soaking it in an extract we get from Cave Lems, a type of citrus fruit. We cook them traditionally by setting the pan on top of hot magma coals."
<span class="mu-s">"And these things?"</span>
"Bread rolls made from plains rye that grows in the non-volcanic wastes. Heavy precipitation is what we have to thank for the rye fields sprouting."
<span class="mu-s">"And this?"</span>
"That is Bloodcheese."
"B-... Bloodcheese...?!"
Paihmon nodded.
"It is also made from Lavaloqs. There aren't many animals on this planet. We have to make due with every part of the Lavaloq. The Bloodcheese is whipped blood with offworld flour, eggs from our planet's birds, and milk. We melt cheese made from dust goats on the mix and cook it in pots."
Beerus pointed at the orange powder, and looked up at the elder.
"Magma spice made from the roots of ashtrees that grow close to our volcanoes. It's very hot."
