Cassius leaned over the pot of boiling pasta, the steam rising in soft curls as he gave the glowing cheesy sauce a final stir, the cream and spice blending into a rich, aromatic masterpiece.
He dipped a spoon into the sauce, tasting it with a satisfied nod, his lips curving into a grin as the flavors danced on his tongue.
"Perfect..." He muttered, his voice low with pride as he set the pot aside. He then began preparing a marinade, sprinkling in crushed dawnpetal herbs, tiny, luminescent buds that only bloomed at sunrise for a subtle, floral kick.
"This hog's gonna be a feast." He said to himself, his hands moving quickly as he mixed the marinade, the scent of herbs mingling with the campfire's smoky warmth.
Nearby, Julie knelt by the ice cream maker, her eyes wide with fascination as she watched the milk and cream she'd added—well, the salt she'd managed to add without disaster, slowly churn into a creamy texture.
