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If there was a time for facepalming, Levi had just experienced it. On the upside, a smile began to perk across her lips. Never did the hound fail to humor her, but neither did she want him to get sickly. Don't know if ya usually eat yer bacon raw, Rex... but... just make sure ya'ain't gettin' too hasty with 'it, eh? Make sure it's cooked!

Don't ya find these bodies git queazy without sorta eats? In full tatzelwurm form, the ghoul would of course be able to consume things raw in large quantities, but while in her smaller body, she couldn't ingest everything raw without feeling the possible tummy ache. It was best to just cook things to avoid it. This did not include fish, of course.

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That was what she meant. Facepalm.

He felt her forehead like she'd been feverish or something; the pup didn't get that she'd meant precisely that for him. Narrowing her eyes at him in a are you serious? fashion, Levi simply moved to pick up the kabobs and her own bacon-wrapped steak. Stacking them one tray over the other, Levi brought the seasoned meats over the to fire pit and placed the metal sticks one end into holes in the stone base so they lined up around the pit.

The steak went onto a rack set high enough for the orange of the flame to disappear and reappear around the base. She didn't want to burn it, but getting a good crust out of it was important. The bacon would coil the steak and curve to its dimensions like a tatzel tail on a hound.

She sat down cross-legged near the pit, turning to place the now empty trays beside her and looked up to Demi. I... just mean don't go eatin' it too early since ya seem ta be eyein' it n' movin' pretty fast. Her tail flickered up and down while she leaned back to rest on her palms as the crackling of the bacon sounded over the pit.

Looks like ya'll'd pull tha thingard out early n' just stuff it down ta' yer gut. A smirk grew as she envisioned the pup doing just so. Apparently bacon to Demi what fish was to her.

Rex...yer bonkers. She cackled at his repeating what she'd been telling him. But good. Don't yew go eatin' anythin' early either. Picking back up again, she fiddled with one of the kabob sticks on the other end of the pit, turning it and nudging the end back into a standing position between the rocks. She wriggled a few others as well as she spoke. How'er yer strips doin', hmm?

Taking a hanging spatula from the counter in the kitchen, she turned back to the pit and snuck a peak at the underside of her steak. They crispin' up? She flipped the steak over carefully, keeping one finger on the newly grilled side. The room was now smelling of a mix between bacon and sugar.

Sweet~

Gotta wait till this 'sides charred before turning' She shook her head with a smile. Yep, he was still hyped despite his claims. The crackle of the bacon was satisfying to the ears and only fish would've upstaged the way these strips began to darken and crisp up on the grill. juices dripped into the flame, causing the meaty smell to outdo the sugary scent that usually draped her space.

Ya know, I hear that 'a lot. I don't even smell no sugar. Guess I'm used ta 'it? In truth, the ghoul herself constantly smelled of the sugary crop her family had been farming for ages. It was as if the stuff was embedded into her flesh and blood.

Taking up one of the kabobs, she poked at one of the globs of meat, testing the texture. Hmm... not quite yet.

What'about yers? flippin' it any?

Ya mean ya ain't- Oh. right. Demi had mentioned he wasn't an avid cooker or anything. He'd asked her if the meat in the oven was suitable for consuming and she chuckled while taking a stand. Swishing over to the oven and bending to place her hands on her thighs, she peered into the clear window of the oven, checking for signs of a ready-for-eating bacon-wrapped steak.

She pretended to have a stern face at first. HMMM~... ...which slowly crept into a smile before she looked to the hound. Looks 'bout ready ta me! HAVE AT IT, BOIL! The tatzel took up the oven mitts and placed them playfully on Demi's head. Just don't burn yerself neither, kekeke.

She would've waited there too with Demi to see his handiwork, but her own cooking called to her back at the pit. C'mon. Let's sit a'while. Lemme see what'cha got there before it disappears in'ta that bottomless pit'a yers. Bounding back over to the pit with heavy feet, Levi took up one of the kabobs again, poking at the flesh. Yep! rare to medium-rare. Still juicy and pink on the inside, but ready enough for the eating now. She could really leave a few if they needed to go up to a medium. The steak would need more time.

She chewed on the one kabob, ears fluttering back as she did. nomnomnom~ Sound effects were included.

Hmm... well, yer right 'bout the restin' She had enough kabob here to eat them and still have more for later to properly settle down and rest for maximum juiciness.

Somehow the hound seemed a little more gentlemanly than usual. She wasn't sure what to call his attention to detail and as he tidied up, but it had her making wise eyes when the boil began to whistle. Yep. They were a similar breed alright.

She'd been known to, on occasion, hum and dance to music.

Just listening to Demi, she continued to check on the kabobs and turn a few while selecting others and placing them once again in a tray.

Nothin' at 'all, Rex. That's mighty fine 'a ya. She just smiled, holding the plate of kabobs and popping at the streak with a spatula in her free hand. Almost done 'ere ... thank ya. The white haired ghoul placed the plate of kabobs beside her, readily wriggling the spatula fully under the steak and placing it in another plate. The crackling and sizzle of the bacon and meat within continued as she placed that too by the pit to rest, fire still burning brightly.

Levi moved back into the kitchen to retrieve utensils ( they weren't anything fancy but the teeth on those knives were sure to rip through anything) and flickered the end of her tail at Demi's while passing like a tap on the shoulder. Aye, wanna go halvsies on tha steaks? We can do baked 'and grilled? It wasn't unusual for family members back home to pick into each others plates; perhaps she felt the same with Demi. It was nice to ave a variety of things to try from time to time.

We can cut up somethin' ta go on tha sides maybe? Or ya' got 'bough thar ta filler yer belly? whaddaya think? She walked over to have a look at Demi's resting steak, tail now swaying happily.Did it need any butter?