Sarada watched him leave silently with a slight frown. They had all changed, and not for the better.
"I guess Asha'rah got lazy when ironing out the finer details," Sarada remarked with a soft chuckle. In the end, she would rather experience a different world with similar foods to hers than one with completely foreign foods. While it was always exciting to eat new things, she really didn't want to eat something that looked normal, only to find out it was highly toxic or something."Well, as needs must, I suppose. Still, I suppose it goes without saying I'd highly recommend it, every so often as you can manage. Taking something out of the world, extracting quality out of it with a little change, even if it's something new or strange, it's a surprisingly nuanced and contemplative process."
"Sometimes the season isn't right, or ingredients aren't ideal or exactly what you want, or god forbid the pantry is a bit lean. In these instances, you'll have to make do."
Flattening a clover of garlic with his knife, Zaofan paused for a moment as he mulled over how two planets of such stellar distances apart could have the exact same produce.
"...whoa, yeah, that is weird," he said, shuffling the puree aside, "Though if you think about it, it seems in the broad strokes our diets are..." Half of the pies were already gone. "...compatible, heh. When in doubt, listen to your gut."
She sighed heavily. "I'll see if I can take a day a week to have some time to myself in the kitchen. If nothing else, it'll give me some quality time with my daughter and niece and nephew."
She sighed heavily and set the empty dishes aside. "I can't spend as much time with her as I'd like," she admitted. "My days the last few months are spent in countless meetings. By the time I get done for the day, she's already been put to bed." When she got pregnant, she had it in her head that she would be able to lighten her schedule for the first few years so she could spend as much time with her child as possible.Zaofan watched the toddler took the food without complaint. Not a single scrap of meat, extra sugar, or flavour enhancer, and it was disappearing rather quickly.
"Heh, always keeping it fresh," he nodded, "Sweet and savoury, one of the classics."
At her statement, Zaofan, raised an eyebrow, and began to whittle at a zucchini end.
"And I thought you said she had a problem with taking vegetables! Really, never thought a picky eater'd come out of your family," he grinned.
"But, ah, don't take this the wrong way, but how was it that the chef knew, and yet you didn't?"
Then Tundra happened.
It wasn't like the battles she fought with the M-Fighters, where they killed the enemy and then dealt with certain aspects of the fallout. That time, she had to deal with all the fallout. And that took time. Something had to give, and sadly, her child got pushed aside.
It wasn't out of the ordinary, but she did resolve to herself to take a more personal role in raising her child.
"I do what I can when I can. I'm... actually shouldn't even be here right now. I'm supposed to be in a meeting, but I saw a chance to do something with her, so I left. They can wait, I guess."