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Theriar sighed contentedly, and followed his quiet hostess home, away from the bustling market, it was a nice place, awesome to see but exhausting to be in for very long. At least so far with him being new to the area, there were only so many half hidden stares he could take after all.

When they got to the water he skipped into it, fish and all to go say hi to their pet oyster. He was not nearly as afraid of the water, at least at depths where he could touch anyway.

He splashed at Trel grinning like a little boy as he ..hadn't done for years it seemed.

This was much better then the market, by far. It was peaceful and quiet and they were alone with no one else to worry about. He checked on the oysters, dunked his poor fish into the water a few times to wash it off, then sidled up to her to see what she was up to.

"So, the poles look good, have you thought of adding a few more soon potentially?"

It was still pretty small but if she set up more in succession then there would be a batch of oysters maturing in a more rhythmic fashion.

Theriar looked around, shocked that he had missed the shiny new pole. He blushed a darker blue. "I um...well there is no excuse." He shrugged at her helplessly. "I didn't know they didn't grow, don't they start out..smaller?" He held his hands close together to approximate the size of a baby oyster.

"Stew sounds delicious," he was quite starving by now anyway. It had been a long and eventful morning and nothing sounded better then settling down to a nice meal with his friend. She was quickly becoming the most important thing to him and he was at a loss as to how to show it to her.

"Can I help prepare somehow?" He wanted to be helpful, wanted to help contribute.

He trailed after her obidiently, glad that he would be of some use to her, he was used to working with vegetables and insects when cooking, less so with red meat and not at all with fish, his parents just hadn't eaten them ever since he was born and beyond.

It was adorable inside her hut and he loved it instantly, nothing beat a beachside cabin after all. No wonder why the Matori had chosen to live here. Why hadn't his ancestors done the same?

He took off his carry sack and washed his hands in preparation for the activity.

He smiled, "Yes, its the fish I don't really know how to cook." Gently he took up the offered materials and a knife and set himself to peeling and chopping in a dedicated and precise manner, if it wasn't really fast well he never had liked to rush food. Some of the veggies were familiar but some he had to ask her about and of course taste once he found out if they were toxic raw or not.

Soon he had a heaping pile of material prepared for her disposal and felt quite satisfied with himself. He came over to see what she had been up to.

He had heard that fish had many bones, but he definitely had not quite expected this many, how could they swim without getting poked by their own ribs? What weird backwards creatures they were. He shook his head and tried to flick bones off his fingers with little success. "Once I get used to deboning it won't be so bad, I just wasn't expecting quite so many."

The soup was beginning to smell very good and warm his soul from within. "It smells really good, I think I could eat it everyday."

He peered into the contents of the pot as it swirled contentedly over the fire. He felt his entire body relax to the crackle and snap of the flames, listening to the wind outside, and smelling the hearty soup smells. All in the presence of a little matorian woman who was becoming invaluable to him.

"Your sure? It smells so good." He continued to look around the cabin, "How long did it take you to make this place?" By herself it would take quite a while wouldn't it? It was a fair size to his eyes and sturdy, even though you could hear the wind whining outside.

There were little loving details that one didn't notice quite at first, like the shelf for her pearls, how the walls melded gracefully with the floor and small decorations here and there. It was a lovely inclusive whole.

He flicked the remains from the prep into the trash and washed the counters while she stirred. "You must not see your neighbors very often, we don't at home either, but occasionally one of mom's half sisters will check on us. We hardly ever see Dad's side of the family."