Titan was baking cheese bread buns! He was inside with me. I saw as he placed the grater on a platter.
He wasn't doing it the grandmother's way, the way I did it.
No! The grater was flat. And then… he used his weight to grate so much cheese in such a short time, that it was mind-boggling!
"He…" it was a new way of doing things. A way I would have never considered!
A bright and good way!
"Desmond can't eat cheese, just so you know," Nate whispered to my side.
"Potatoes? What about Potatoes?" I needed to use this new technique! I needed to become better, faster, to cook food so tasty it could bring about World Peace!
As soon as I thought about it that way, I blinked.
Is that what I wanted?
Was that why I gave bandits food, who were in the process of robbing merchants? Was that why I risked life and limb, time and time again, just to stop a fight with food?