Trade Secret

- Your cooking is still the best, Lerato! I almost wish it was always your turn to cook, - Rie almost fell from her sitting spot, trying to stretch with a plate in her hand. - Seconds!

- I said I'm sorry about yesterday, - Edel grumbled from the other side of the fire.

- And I still stand by my comment about it being the worst thing I ever had to eat! Possibly after that thing you made last week, - the girl blew a raspberry at him, waiting for her second helping.

- It wasn't that bad! Just a little bit burnt-

- Vivi, stop defending him. When you whack up your cooking attempts, at least you don't make us eat it! And unlike that guy, you actually can produce something tasty once in a while!

- I can't say I'm very proud of my luck-based cooking... - Vischne chuckled.

- You keep talking, princess, as if your cooking skills are any better than mine!

- Shut it, Edel!

- So, Lerato, the meat is so tender. Is there some kind of trade secret? - Stephan chimed in, hoping to stop the kids from arguing.

- Nothing too complicated. You go about it more or less the same way, I reckon, - Lerato smiled.

- ... Does that mean you... smash it with your hammer?

- Yes.

Everyone took a few seconds to look at the hammer in question, with Rie sitting on it.

- This... looks like a bit of an overkill, - Edel murmured.

- But it works, right? - the woman was still smiling.

- Seconds, please, - Vischne held up two plates, - and for Sharon, too!