As they ate, the initial silence of the hut was replaced by the sounds of enthusiastic crunching and satisfied hums. The shock of the texture gave way to pure, unadulterated amazement. The crispiness of the tubers, the juicy tenderness of the meat…it was unlike anything they had ever put in their mouths.
"Sol," Liora mumbled, her cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk, grease staining her chin. "Where did you learn this? You've never touched a cooking stone in your life. You used to say the smoke made your eyes water."
"Yeah," Veyra added, though she was reaching for a third piece with shameless speed, abandoning her earlier skepticism. "You barely knew which end of the knife to hold yesterday. Now you're suddenly able to cook such delicious food?"
