when the being blinded by her radiant beauty finally subsided, he stared at it for a solid minute. rubbing at his chin in thought; well. if it weren't for the tiny bit of yellow peeking out at some corners he isn't sure he would've guessed what it was at first try. but she looks proud, and he can clearly see she did her best. "yeah," he starts, giving her a thumbs up. "very creative! i can see what you were going for. " a nod. "you have a lot of potential - how about we work together to refine some of your techniques?"
arms cross before her chest; she's content enough with his answer for the time being. ( as expected, a renowned cook would understand her vision easily ). "why, it's obvious, is it not?" whatever crumbly part is meant to be an ear disintegrates further under the weight of mishandled ingredients as she speaks. "a tribute to the white hare of the sea. i added spring onion to symbolize newborn leaves after winter time. perhaps you have more ideas to do the tale justice?"
