After the meeting, Derry, Tristan, and Levi seemed to have something important to discuss. I believed this made Po suddenly remember that I hadn't eaten all day.
He escorted me outside and led me to the kitchen. I thought he was going to just bring out some food he had saved for me, but he decided to cook me something new. He placed a pot on the hearth and lit the wood beneath it. The hearth itself was built on a foundation of sand and brick, perhaps to insulate the wooden deck from the flames.
I watched as Po moved, humming a tune and swaying to the rhythm of it as he poured water into the pot and turned around to the table-like platform in the kitchen. He brought out a couple of vegetables and sliced through them with startling speed, his knife a blur against the cutting board.
'Oh wow… Chef de cuisine.'
He slid it all to the side where he simply swept it down into the boiling water in the pot, not a single piece escaping him.
