Perfectly golden or a bit of char on yours?

Isa had such a gentle demeanor… that was why Charlie had taken such a shine to her already. His ears twitched thoughtfully as he listened to her explanation. Different types of meats would cook at different speeds and the steak would cook slower than something like a fish. He supposed size and thickness could have something to do with it too. His blue gaze flicked to Isa, watching her movements, taking in the heated rock, the coals, and how the meat responded to the heated rock. He knew well enough that simply being near a fire could make something warm so it made sense that with the rock being so close to the flames that it would be pretty hot. Hot enough to sear the meat and form the crust on the outside. Charlie rather liked that crust.

His gaze would then shift to the strange looking piece of metal that Isa produced. Huh! How weird! It seemed like it could be useful for stabbing through the meat though. He picked up on how there was leather wrapped around it as well, which made him think of the weapons the Armada crafted. Metal would heat up and become workable if it got hot enough, but Isa didn’t seem worried about the open flame having that effect on the skewer. As he was passed the poker Charlie would take the leather handle into his maw. It felt a bit strange, longer than he was used to handling when he carried things in his mouth. It took him a moment to steady his movements with it but then he was able to get the meat flipped over, his tail wagging behind him eagerly as he heard the meat start sizzling on the other side now.

He’d set the poker down, eagerly looking over at Isa. “This is so neat! I’ve never made food before… It feels even better than getting to taste it!” He grinned happily. “...and it’ll make a good meal for any in the Armada coming back from a patrol or training! This was an excellent idea!”

"Speech," 'Thought.'