Warpatober 2021

Done with the fungi and vegetables, the potion master left his spot at the counter to retrieve the main element of the dish. Opening the fridge door there was a large chunk of raw meat just waiting to be sliced up. It was a rather bright purple color, swirls of darker purple in the meat with a single large bone and fat.

Returning to the counter with the container now in the sight of his ‘darling’, he could only smile as he heard that debating ‘uhhhhh’ as the traveler debates how to oh so delicately ask the question left on his mind.

“So... dear... what animal did that come from?” Spitting it out, the raw meat was usually of a red color, so this more exotic meat would be a treat or a deadly test.

“I’m not sure, my brother got it for me.” Having to keep his back to the other, the potion master was at least having a good time. The nervous noises were a delight to his ear, though the question did have him pause and wonder what sort of meat was indeed next to his cutting board. It was at least a pretty color, he’d give it that.

Rinsing off the knife and drying in on a cloth that was hanging around his waist, it was time to attend to the bleed slab that needed to be sliced into a more manageable potion or bite size pieces. The potion master was opting for a better potion, as half the fun for them was the use of silverware during the meal.

“Well, we surely won't be hungry. I’ll give you that...” If the meal was cooked to a decent state, that small private addendum was what worried the traveler the most. The if was the hard part.