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One great big antlered head tilted to the side. Slowly, he reached out and put his hand (which was mostly claw) on the counter. But not his arm. That seemed silly and really the counter was too low for him to do that comfortably.

"You should not run with knives. It is a good way to damage them." And kitchen knives, good kitchen knives, were expensive.

It took him a moment to realize just what her target was. There was nothing on that counter to cut besides him. And that was just rude.

And slow and calm as Chase usually was... he could be speedy when he needed to be. Wendigo were known for being quick. Just because they didn't choose to dash around all the time meant nothing.

He snatched his hand away, and tapped on the top of her head with a claw from his other hand. "Rude, Little Bear. Rude."

He tapped her head again, and then stepped past her. "And you want to kill things before hacking of limbs. Very messy otherwise." Even if Fear based creatures didn't bleed all over, they did tend to kick and scream.

Chase huffed and reached over the ghoul's head to pluck the knife out of the counter. "You have to be nice to your tools. They are delicate." He gently put the knife back in it's place, and then turned to look at bear. Honestly. So rude trying to butcher a friend. Though...not unheard of. No hard feelings, right?

A smile slowly grew on the wendigo's face. "We need to cook? Well, why didn't you say so?" He was more that happy to do THAT.

"And I doubt," he said turning to the fridge, "that they would want to eat me. This, however," he plucked a bit of meat from where it sat on a shelf, "might do perfectly."

Chase gave his friend a small glance, then turned back to the fridge. He needed something to go with this nice steak. But nothing in the fridge seemed right.

So he turned to the pantry. Where he found some nice, spicy redhots. Perfect. Just a little bit of kick, and little bit of sweet. Yes, yes.

"Watch close, Little Bear," he said while he chose his frying pan, "This is how you pan sear."

While searing the steak reducing the candy to a nice glaze, Chase looked around for the something special this plate needed. Perfect. He grabbed the white wine.

Wine was added to the candy glaze, and while that cooked down Chase took the steak off the heat to rest.

"See, a nice sear, and a nice white wine spiced sauce to go with it," he said as he stirred the sauce. "And what have you cooked up?"

"Chocolate bird?" Chase gave the Little Bear's dish a look and a sniff. "Not bad. Not too bad at all." He'd be willing to try it.

"It looks good. So," he held up his own dish, a nicely seared steak with a pink sauce, "shall we serve our hosts?" He could be very polite when it came to food.

He was not. He was, rather, trying to foster a desire to continue in the culinary arts. Encouraging the Little Bear so that she might continue to grow as a chef. The world need more good chefs. Never enough people to cook food. Never.

He snorted in agreement. They should serve things now, before they got cold.

Chase did not quickly serve his dish. He strode to the table and gently placed the plate in front of the bear. "Pan seared steak with spiced candy-wine sauce. Please enjoy." A small smile appeared on his face.

And then he turned around to see the Little Bear running away. Oh. The portal had returned.

"I," he said, slowly, to the seated bears, "wish a pleasant and romantic meal." And then he turned to follow his Little Bear friend. Hopefully back to the forest.