Tao paused from his current work to go check in on that pork. Seemed like it was garnering plenty of people and he briefly considered charging them all for taste. Popping up the lid he looked into meat cooking and was greeted by a fragrant smoke and slight sizzle of the fat, collagen, and juices dripping on the hot metal. The meat had achieved that beige color of cooked pork with a red ring around the perimeter indicating a good smoke ring. The skin had the withered remains of peaches all mushy form the heat and the skin itself was getting nice and crispy and getting to a dark red complexion with slight amount of char. It was almost done but it needed a bit more time to get really nice and crispy that skin. He reminded it by applying a liquid to the skin and shutting the lid. He then turned to his guests and said, "Give it like twenty minutes and it'll be done, also that'll be ugh like 7 smackeroonies and a quarter sponduli, but don't worry it'll include basic amenities like cold drinks, plates, and some rags to wipe your hands with. He then disappeared with the same cart used for the paint, but with  wooden plates, rags, and a box.

Tao began to assemble a crude table with amounted to moving and stacking some bricks and rocks around and then applying some planks of wood for the actual table. In between that assembly he moved the pork out the fire and let it cool while he continued assemble the table. He then kicked out some crates to act as stools and began setting the plates and rags which would serve as napkins. He then stood up on the table and shouted, "Alright ladies and gentlemen, this is Tao of the S.S Good Times and we're about to dock to the welcoming port of Flavortown! Cuz this pork is doner than my sword!" He then got off and waited for the payments so he then serve the food to his guests.