Emerald eyes blinked once, and then Hadama nodded slowly at her answer. "Yes," he agreed. "But how does each one change the taste?" Why salt and not paprika? Why garlic powder and not cumin? Why basil and not mint? He paused at her question and then gave a regretful shake of his head. "Rarely," he admitted. "Dried, like these... float away." He shrugged one shoulder. "Others dissolve, or the current washes them off immediately." A tilt of the head as he met her eyes. "There are some thick pastes that can be spread. But they are hard to make without air magic, and dilute swiftly." Not a common condiment, alas.
He joined her in examining the roasting rhampire haunch and Fangorn's helpful antics. "Hmm." A noncommittal answer at the reminder of the type of water he'd be swimming through once more. It didn't seem to bring him much joy. "Perhaps. But if you can teach me, I would like to bring something like this." And he nodded towards the haunch being so expertly browned on all sides.
He joined her in examining the roasting rhampire haunch and Fangorn's helpful antics. "Hmm." A noncommittal answer at the reminder of the type of water he'd be swimming through once more. It didn't seem to bring him much joy. "Perhaps. But if you can teach me, I would like to bring something like this." And he nodded towards the haunch being so expertly browned on all sides.
