Here goes nothing.
Marron tied her apron tighter and spread the recipe journal open on the counter. The handwriting was cramped but legible: Steak with pastel peppercorns, blood sausage, and cave mushrooms.
She stared at it for a long moment, then at the pale meat on the counter.
Her stomach turned.
The Captain had written this recipe expecting Elena's body. Rich, dense meat that could stand up to bold peppercorns and earthy mushrooms. Instead, they now had mimic meat, and it was milder. The Lieutenant had said so himself.
"Like poultry." She had no idea if he was telling the truth, because the thought of a mimic eating other mimics was just another level of messed up.
After executing the Captian in cold blood and giving her a cut of meat, she decided to act in good faith.
"Unfortunately, the meat being changed is a significant thing."
Mokko turned to her. "Oh..." he nodded. "what ingredients do you need, then?"
