chef de cuisine

"Ugh!" she blurted and leaped to her paws. In no time flat he'd already eviscerated one of the larger, tastier looking ones. A freaking unicorn had told her not to try eating this stuff, but she was just... too curious for her own good. Fable grunted and tried to shoulder him out of the way. The mushroom he'd destroyed was too far gone. Frankly, the way it glowed in the dirt even as a smashed-up paste was disturbing. Maybe he was on to something about not eating this stuff, but she felt like she'd already come so far. So close. The water in the bowl behind them began to boil over. Fable had neglected the fire enough that it was leaping up in great flames, sizzling and hissing where the sparkling water overflowed and touched the hot stone. "Oh!" Maybe she wouldn't be able to cook them now, but that wouldn't stop her. With a determined grin, she skittered to the edge of the waterfall and gobbled up one of the smallest mushrooms there. Her eyes widened. It tasted like...?