Cradled in Erosa's grasp, Zaofan smiled weakly to Shochu in a mix of appreciation and confusion. His eyelids were droopy, and a heaviness took his limbs.
The Time Travelle's cure was a potent intervetion for sure, but counteracting poison with a saturation of saturated fats...
The 'itis...I can feel it spreading...
A tiny sizzle sputtered on the back burner, and weakly Zaofan reached a trembling hand into his pocket.
"
...bo...jack..." Capsule clouds parted, and laying back in Erosa's arms, a wobbling grip took the end of his trusty katchin staff. "
have...to...finish..."
The Zeef stood upon the counter well-seasoned, its sauce quickened with the bloom of alien aromatics. Despite his current condition, there was something that pricked against the forefront of his mind.
Didn't...preheat...oven...~!
Grasping the end of the bostaff, Zaofan's grip steadied. There was but also steadfast determination, and a
valiant resolve to finish his work.
White ki struck out over the end of the staff, and swiped over countertop, sending the meat sailing straight into the pot. Even from this distance, Zaofan pointed his staff at the stove, and his ki fell gently over it. Suddenly, in a fiery burst, the burner shot from a low trickle, to overtaking the stovetop entirely and leapt to the ceiling!
This was no mere flambe, however, for the
pot over the fire was merely the medium, carrying the message of the chef's very soul; that even if he didn't have the right tools, the proper prep, or even the firsthand knowledge, he would take the food and the ingredients he had and make it work.
Fight for Food Integrity...Fresh...is Always Better!
Because that's what good cooks do!
(And of course, on the downswing, he twist the stove off; he wouldn't leave the kitchen with a running burner, that was simply irresponsible.)
Grinning in his stupor, his staff dragged upon the ground as Erosa carried him out and he fell unconscious.
But when the fire cooled, Qaztoh would be the first Toadian ever to taste a brand new Zeef Roast unlike any before.