chef de cuisine

A sparkling glow beckoned her eyes towards a cloaked figure. Choose wisely... if you can afford it... Fable squinted from where she laid prone by the waterfalls. Her stomach had that awful, hollow feeling that often accompanied throwing up. Like she was emptier than she had ever been. She took a deep drink from the water and rinsed her mouth before going to investigate this strange travelling salesman. "D-do you see this, Oki?" she asked. He mumbled about how drained he was, needing some kind of nourishment. She suddenly felt immeasurably guilty for putting them both in this position. Nevertheless, the wares were intriguing. Fable perused them briefly, then looked up to try and meet the salesman in his many flickering eyes. Each one posed different questions, but she got the impression he wouldn't take well to wheedling. "I... I can't choose," she admitted bashfully. "I'd like to make you a deal, if I could. In return for all of this, I'll cook you a delicious dinner tonight. And every year after, I will cook a splendid meal for you if you appear to me again!" Fable said it all in one great rush, mustering excitement even if her stomach was still sore. There were plenty of experiments she could run with the goods on his table... she wanted everything.

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