[rin is busy slicing long ribbons of pink, fresh flesh from slit fish while she wields a sharp knife in one hand, a towel wrapped around its handle for a better grip. it's been sanitized and washed, of course, glistening to a sterling steel; still, at best, the process of severing meat from scales is crude.]
Sieglinde, are you watching?
[it seems strange and out of place, but it's a cooking lesson. rin grabs a fat hunk of seafood in one hand and plops it onto a waiting platter that sizzles above a fire, observing the meat turn from transparent and clear to white on the bottom.
ever so slightly, both sweet and salty aromas linger in the air.]
sieglinde; ❦
Sieglinde, are you watching?
[it seems strange and out of place, but it's a cooking lesson. rin grabs a fat hunk of seafood in one hand and plops it onto a waiting platter that sizzles above a fire, observing the meat turn from transparent and clear to white on the bottom.
ever so slightly, both sweet and salty aromas linger in the air.]