Prompt: Belle cooks a traditional Selkic meal for Layle to test him (and to secretly impress him)
He peeked beneath his fringe, eyes on her threatening ones. His eyes fell to the thing before him. It smelled like the sea, and it looked like she scrapped it off a cave wall. Layle was no stranger to Selkic food, but this was stranger than anything he had ever seen.
He made a face. He heard her spit a swear behind her teeth. She seemed ready to pounce.
He didn't care. He prodded the grey goo with his fork. He looked to her again and felt some obligation to be a man and try it out. "Alright," he declared and shoveled a hearty portion to his mouth. He could have made a list of things he hated about the dish, but that wasn't worth his time.
"There are other ways for you to try and kill me," he said.














