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That grilled salmon that Shun had at Darlene's was possibly the best that he's had in quite some time. And such, he wanted to see if he could re-create it. He's made it on his own before, but it wasn't nearly on the same level.

Naturally, he didn't ask for a recipe, though. One would think that it was a simple enough dish, but it really came down to the herbs and spices. What they were, how much was used, and how it was applied.

He already had a fresh chunk of fish in his basket, along with a lemon, and a few other miscellaneous things. Picking up two bottles of the same sort of thing but different brands, he tilted his head, while trying to compare them. One was cheaper than the other, though they looked more or less the same to him. It didn't even seem to be the case of generic vs name brand.

Shun almost came to a decision when someone decided to speak up. He turned his gaze up to whoever it was with a furrowed brow. Upon seeing the other man, he was hit with a very vague sense of familiarity. Off the bat, he wasn't entirely certain where he had seen him before. It could have been anywhere in this town. So for now, he brushed aside that feeling.

"What? Are you some kind of expert on seasoning fish?" he asked in a fairly deadpan tone. He wasn't typically one who enjoyed unprompted advice, especially from strangers, even if they did seem somewhat familiar to him.

Shun's head cocked to the side slightly at first. Though, there was soon a faint light of recognition in his eyes as the other man explained himself. Now he knew exactly where he had seen the guy. He had caught glimpses of him at Darlene's, and from what he could tell thus far, he was a damn good chef.

"That was you?" he started before glancing down at the contents of his basket, "s**t, that was something."

Letting out a sigh, he put both of the bottles back onto the shelf.

"I have cooked it before, but not nearly as good as what I had Saturday."

The amount of seemingly really nice and chatty people that Shun has run into so far in Ashdown was actually bothering him a little bit. He would almost never have random conversations with strangers back in the city. No, he could go on his days and keep completely to himself when he wasn't working. It seemed like those days were gone.

"Shun Kuroda," he replied. There was a small bit of hesitance in his movements, but he did give Nasir a firm but brief shake of the hand.

"I suppose that would save me some time," he murmured, "Is there a catch?"

An answer didn't come immediately. There was still a sense of uncertainty within him, despite Nasir's answer.

"I suppose it would not hurt to know, in the case."

Shun looked over at the wall of spices.

"So what would you use, then?"

Hm. Well that made sense. Fresh ingredients tended to trump their non-fresh varieties. Shun slowly took the slip of paper that had been handed over, taking a cursory glance at what was written.

Writing. One of his greatest enemies. At least Nasir's handwriting was neat. It made things marginally easier for him. But he was too prideful to ask the guy to read each thing out loud for him here. So he just pretended that he had everything down right away, then folded the slip.

"Thank you, Nasir. Hopefully I will be able to work together something close to what you had made the other day," he quietly said.

"I should probably let you continue on with your own grocery needs."

"Sort of. I can at least tell the difference between parsley and cilantro."

He made that mistake once. That made for an interesting meal later on to say in the least.

"I should be fine from here. You have done plenty as is."

Shun kept those notes in mind.

"Of course. And... thank you, again," he murmured before giving pause when the guy had referred to him as Detective. Word really did spread around here. He wasn't sure which made him more unsettled. That, or the seemingly unnatural general friendliness of the town.

Shaking his head to himself, he made his way back over the produce section, staring down at his ingredients slip.