279 Food for the soul (part 2)

Egon chuckled and moved closer, peeking over her shoulder as she examined the assortment of pots hanging near the sink.

"First things first," he began, "you'll need the right pot size. Too big, and it'll take an eternity to cook. Too small, and you might find yourself cleaning soup off the ceiling."

Cleaning soup off the ceiling?

Deciding not to ask too many questions about that, Adela nodded thoughtfully, selecting a pot of medium size and filling it with water from the tap. She surveyed the assortment of fresh herbs and vegetables preserved in jars of clear water, a traditional Emorian method.

"Any particular preferences or aversions he has? Foods he loves, or things he can't stand?"

Egon's gaze settled on the carrots and he gave a wry nod. "Those orange villains are his sworn foes."

With a small smile, she pushed the jar of carrots aside. "...And how about you?"

He shook his head lightly. "I eat everything."