Emily said. “I’d ask for the recipe but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t find the ingredients back on Earth.”“I’m glad you like it.” Saskia smiled and passed her a small piece of undu bread, shaped like a hand for good luck. “It’s my specialty, so it tis. Though I never thought to be making it for a Khalla from so far away.”Tragar watched as Emily dug into the steaming bowl of charnoth stew which their hostess had set before her. It really was delicious, with a thick, meaty broth and chunks of taroth root and other vegetables throughout it. In contrast, there were also delicate simbla blossoms floating on its surface, their fragile purple petals unfurling in the steam.He was eating his own stew but keeping an eye on Emily, who was sitting directly across the table from him. So far, she still hadn’t shed a single drop of nectar and he was becoming more and more concerned.He knew the nectar wasn’t flowing yet because the pale green fabric of her clothing remained unchanged.
