[ That's our captain for you, Minato thinks to himself, their captain with a penchant for declaring the most dire ideas with his entire chest. ]
If she asks, I'll say it was your idea to keep it from her.
[ Even now, he prefers to keep his contact with the other two at a minimum. It doesn't appear that they've quite forgiven Minato for his initial transgression which, all things considered, Minato considers quite fair.
He retrieves a couple of glass bottles containing dried herbs, along with some that appear to hold scarlet powders. ]
Mild enough for Strohl to eat. Usually it would have more of a kick though. Paripus dishes tend to be spicier.
[ He twists each jar of dried herbs open, shaking out a generous pinch of each before dropping them into the pot. He measures out the powders the same way, dropping them into the pot as well. ]
You don't need to be too precise with this one. If it's too bland, just add another pinch of the ground pepper. If you added too much of that, just use more water.
[He sighs, but he is the captain. It's his responsibility to take responsibility for that kind of thing. Besides, Hulkenberg seems to listen to him more than some others. Especially Minato.]
Strohl will manage if you want to kick it up.
[Once Minato is done with one of the jars, Will takes a sniff to learn to recognize it. He has to keep himself from sneezing.]
I'm not being held accountable for the future consequences.
[ He drops another generous pinch of spice into the pot. Hopefully, there won't be any need to take the runner out in the near future. Otherwise, Minato suspects the man's poor stomach doth protest.
With that, he sets the lid onto the pot and lowers the heat for it to simmer a little while. He folds his arms, tail swaying idly as he glances back over at Will. ]
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[As if that'd work. Though he's pretty sure this is a secret that everyone would be more than eager to keep, given the givens.
He leans in closer to watch Minato pick up spices, putting them to memory. It's not the ingredients that matter, he's figured out, but the spices.]
How spicy is it?
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If she asks, I'll say it was your idea to keep it from her.
[ Even now, he prefers to keep his contact with the other two at a minimum. It doesn't appear that they've quite forgiven Minato for his initial transgression which, all things considered, Minato considers quite fair.
He retrieves a couple of glass bottles containing dried herbs, along with some that appear to hold scarlet powders. ]
Mild enough for Strohl to eat. Usually it would have more of a kick though. Paripus dishes tend to be spicier.
[ He twists each jar of dried herbs open, shaking out a generous pinch of each before dropping them into the pot. He measures out the powders the same way, dropping them into the pot as well. ]
You don't need to be too precise with this one. If it's too bland, just add another pinch of the ground pepper. If you added too much of that, just use more water.
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Strohl will manage if you want to kick it up.
[Once Minato is done with one of the jars, Will takes a sniff to learn to recognize it. He has to keep himself from sneezing.]
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I'm not being held accountable for the future consequences.
[ He drops another generous pinch of spice into the pot. Hopefully, there won't be any need to take the runner out in the near future. Otherwise, Minato suspects the man's poor stomach doth protest.
With that, he sets the lid onto the pot and lowers the heat for it to simmer a little while. He folds his arms, tail swaying idly as he glances back over at Will. ]
Now we wait.
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[He copies Minato by crossing his arms and nodding thoughtfully. Good job. They haven't even tasted it.]
How long does it take?