It wasn't safe to dare to step foot into the cottage's snug kitchen, oh no. Because, you see, may the gods spare fools from the ire of a thwarted cook with a Goal seemingly forever out of reach --
Let alone two of them.
"Damn it. Close, but not right. Again. And I don't have time ... we need to move on tonight."
Lasswell eyed the tureen on the hob like it was a viper. Behind him the sound of rhythmic chopping ceased; Ignis did not sigh, but was a sympathetic sound nonetheless.
"We'll make another attempt at the next town."