Rolled 17, 6 = 23 (2d20)
>>5878532Of course, the cuisine before you offers little in the way of meatier fare—THAT is what the fishing (and especially the sacred hunt) is meant to make up for. Instead, the huge table set before you is host to an array of colourful vegetables, fruits, seeds and. There are ornated carved wooden and beautifully-sculpted and painted earthenware pots there, each being methodically filled with a specific fruit, seed, nut, or vegetable. One is full of leafy green mixtures which, when prepared with the finely-tuned manipulation of elemental energies of culinary magecarft, unlock hidden flavors and magical qualities in the humblest of ingredients—flavours that, in spite of their subtle wonder, will do little to feed two of the three heads of your increasingly impatient chimeric companion.
“I think I have just the thing,” your mother offers, to your great relief.
What she presents is a dish already half-processed: one of mountain yams that, when slowly roasted over a fairy-touched flame, turn a deep blue color. The longer they're left to cook, the more vibrant their hue becomes. When done properly, they taste sweet and buttery like caramel, but with a savoury undertone and aftertaste attesting to hidden wells of protein. Complemented with crumbled nuts and seeds, and mashed into a sort of butter-like substance, they form a particular pate.
“Delicious,” you admit after swallowing a mouthful. “What do you think, Muffins?”
[2d20 Natural Philosophy to help control and manage Muffins' natural instincts]
