After turning her eyes up to listen to the others, Lunise found herself looking down and around at the utensils the pack had to cook with. "I am no chef, though I feel I must say...to start cooking as they do in Rimmen would require other tools." Lunise gestured in a horizontal circle. "They bake flat breads in bulbous clay wood ovens. That much is a staple; families would grind flour to make them fresh every morning. It made a pleasant smell to walk down the street." Lunise spoke as a matters of fact, rather close to her professional demeanour, though less condescending. "Other than that, most cooked dishes were stewed in shallow clay bowls over fires. Often they were covered with a conical lid to catch escaping moisture. The only dish I can boast to have mastered is a lamb dish, cut into morsels and spiced and cooked in a sauce until almost dry." She blinked nervously. "Although I have not prepared it in some time, perhaps, if you were to do something similar, there is merit in serving such spiced meat dishes with a chilled sour cream." "[i]Sour[/i] cream?" Rhazii asked, lifting his upper lip. "I have never heard of that before. Why would anyone eat cream that is sour?" Fendros laughed. "Don't be so hasty, little one, you haven't even tried it. You might end up liking it." No pause was given to the fact that Rhazii was taller than Fendros now. "What do you think, Ahna?" Fendros asked, turning his head.