Perfectly golden or a bit of char on yours?

The charming child complimented the smell of her cooking and Isa beamed at him affectionately. She loved to feed other and, even more than that, she loved when others appreciated her efforts. As he took a bite of the cooked meat, the blue woman watched his face to see if he liked the taste as well. His expression of surprise brought a soft chuckle from the fae and she went back to tending the meat.

Charleton, or Charlie, moved in closer and questioned Isa about keeping the meat from burning. "It depends on the meat. Different types cook at different speeds." Isa picked up a slab of raw beef and showed the boy. "A piece of steak like this will cook a lot slower than, a piece of fish, for example." She took a step towards the fire and placed the meat down on a fire heated rock. The meat sizzled instantly as a crust formed on the outside. "Heating rocks and keeping your coals hot is the best way to seat your meat. Aside from that, you could skewer it on a stick and hang it over the fire to smoke and slow cook."

Isa picked up a strange looking piece of metal, long with a forked tip. She'd found it somewhere in the Armada stores and had pilfered it for her own. Around one end, she had tied leather to create a padded handle. The fae handed it to the young wolf, handle first. "To make sure that it cooks evenly, we poke it and flip it to the other side. Give it a try." Glacial eyes crinkled as she offered him an encouraging smile.

"Isa"