[ Link will eat just about anything. He'll try anything once. And while he cooks a lot, it's more like... campfire cooking, where you're using a chunk of slate pulled out of the mud of the river you're sleeping next to and using that as a makeshift grill over the fire. The addition of raw rock salt is about as fancy as he gets most days, with ingredients like milled flour or butter being luxuries only found in Hyrule's sparse villages.
So when he gets a whiff of his dinner burning in the steel pan sitting over the fire, he doesn't rush to take it off the flame like the average person would. He could never afford to be picky, and it's wild game, anyway — stringy and tough and of questionable health when it died.
Then that strange man barges in. Link has spotted him a few times so far while helping out around the outpost, but he hadn't paid him much mind. He seemed like someone high-ranking, too busy with his own important tasks for it to be wise for Link to bother him. Now, though... he's here, and he's turning Link's modest attempt at stir-fry into a spectacle. The most Link can do is take an uneasy step back and watch, eyes wide. By the end, a scoop of the transformed food is passed to him to try by one of the loitering soldiers. It's easy some of the best food he can remember eating. Which is isn't saying much when you can only remember the previous year of your life, but... still.
It's only when the soldiers are done eating and start to dissipate that Link attempts to approach the frypan again, eying the unknown man warily. ]
It was good. Thank you, I think. [ gestures to the pan. ] I'll handle the clean-up, if you like. As my thanks.
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So when he gets a whiff of his dinner burning in the steel pan sitting over the fire, he doesn't rush to take it off the flame like the average person would. He could never afford to be picky, and it's wild game, anyway — stringy and tough and of questionable health when it died.
Then that strange man barges in. Link has spotted him a few times so far while helping out around the outpost, but he hadn't paid him much mind. He seemed like someone high-ranking, too busy with his own important tasks for it to be wise for Link to bother him. Now, though... he's here, and he's turning Link's modest attempt at stir-fry into a spectacle. The most Link can do is take an uneasy step back and watch, eyes wide. By the end, a scoop of the transformed food is passed to him to try by one of the loitering soldiers. It's easy some of the best food he can remember eating. Which is isn't saying much when you can only remember the previous year of your life, but... still.
It's only when the soldiers are done eating and start to dissipate that Link attempts to approach the frypan again, eying the unknown man warily. ]
It was good. Thank you, I think. [ gestures to the pan. ] I'll handle the clean-up, if you like. As my thanks.