“What are you doing?” Jurot asked, staring down at Adam.

  Adam was squatting, his eyes glued to the oven ahead of him, where an Iyrman was currently baking bread. “Thinking.”

  “Your friend is queer,” Timojin said, staring at the squinted eyed half elf.

  “ you judge someoer a day?” Jurot asked, shaking his head.

  “My gut tells me he’s queer.”

  “Last time I trusted yut, I almost died,” Amokan said, chug lightly.

  “Last time you trusted my gut, yht back a fattened boar for your family,” Timojin grunted.

  “And a delicious boar it was.” Amokan nodded his head, lig his lips at the thought of the taste.

  “What are you thinking about?” Jaygak asked, squatting beside Adam, staring at the oven which was creating a rge number of fluffy breads for the various families.

  “Food.”

  “I guessed that much.”

  “An oven like this make a great many food, but there are a few I’m thinking about.”

  “Food from your home?” Jaygak asked, throwing him a quice.

  Adam nodded, sighing slightly. It was ohing to use Tricks to fvour his food, but it was ao feel the food within his mouth, the textures of his favourite foods which he’d be uo eat again.

  Timojin suddenly felt a little awkward about his ent. Adam, who had revealed that he no longer had a family, was missing the taste of home. Amokan threw the orcish Iyrman a look, admonishing him in the most smug ossible.

  “What kind of food?” Timojin asked.

  “Breads and more,” Adam said. “Ft breads of a certain kind, but there’s also something I want to make, but I’m not sure if there are the appropriate ingredients.”

  “Whigredients are you looking for?”

  “Tomatoes.” Ever since he had arrived within this world, he had hat a few of the fruits aables he was used to weren’t in the world, or at least, they weren’t in this nd.

  “Tomatoes?” Jaygak asked, the word fn to her lips.

  “It’s a type of fruit, a nightshade specifically,” Adam said, standing tall. “Something which be made into a sauce by being cut up and cooked in a particur way.”

  “Do you make the sau an oven?” Jaygak stood up beside him, tilting her head.

  “No, a pot or pan. O’s cooked, you spread it over some ft dough, and then you sprinkle some cheese all over it.” Adam swallowed. “Pizza.”

  “Pizza?” Jurot was trying to imagine what kind of food Adam was trying to describe.

  Adam threw Jurot a look, one full of smugness. It was a look Jurot had thrown to him whenever he knew something the half elf didn’t.

  “I’m irely certain how to make the dough I’m thinking of, but it should be fiher way.”

  “Let’s make this pizza,” Jaygak said, feeling some vague sense of familiarity with what he was talking about, but she couldn’t quite pce it. “So you need dough, cheese, and this thing called tomatoes?”

  “We need a few tomatoes, but we’ll also need some oil and salt for the sauce, and the mild cheese I ate previously. You use other cheese, I guess, but I think the mild cheese would go well with the pizza.”

  Jaygak assumed Adam had wahe mild cheese without him mentioning it. The stronger cheese was an Iyrman favourite, but that was only because they grew up on the cheese. “We have everything but this tomatoes you speak of. What are they?”

  “They’re…” Adam thought for along while. ‘Do tomatoes eve in this world?’ “I would have to taste the various fruits aables in order to figure it out.”

  “What do they look like?”

  “They’re red, usually about the size of an apple. They’re greehey grow and they turn red when they’re ready to be eaten, depending oype of tomato. Though, I’m not sure if they’re on this nd, or if they grow the same way outside of my home.”

  “We bring some fruits aables for you to check,” Jaygak said. “I’ll go speak with Elder Zijin.”

  “Well,” Adam said, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “we don’t really o bother the Elder. I could make it aime once I’ve found a tomato.”

  “I’m ied iing this pizza you’re talking about,” Jaygak said, elbowing Kitool.

  “Yes,” Kitool replied back, finally speaking up. She had been watg the group, trying to recall if she knew what he was talking about.

  “Let’s find a tomato,” Timojin agreed.

  Amokan looked up to his orcish friend and then nodded. “We’ll find this tomato of yours. The Iyr has many fruits aables, and there are some of our kin wh back exotic fruits aables back from their travels. We will ask around for these tomatoes you speak of.”

  Adam stared at them all. ‘I feel like this is getting out of hand.’ “No, really, we don’t have to bother with it. It was just a passing thought in mind.”

  “I,” Jaygak decred loudly, “want to eat pizza.”

  The other Iyrmen heir heads. Having heard of this fn delicacy, their Iyrmen spirit was raised. The curiosity of the Iyrmen knew no bounds, and finding an unknown fruit was quite a challenge.

  Jurot pced a hand on Adam’s shoulder. “It’s too te now.” His words were like a premonition of disaster.

  Jaygak rushed off to find Elder Zijin, and the other Iyrmeuro their families to ask about any fruits aables they held within their family ste.

  “Wouldn’t the fruits aables go off?” Adam asked, w how they could keep exotic fruits aables.

  “We keep food grown within the Iyr in appropriate ste, and any fn foods within their own magical ste. Time passes by different within these ste, so they st for many years. My mother brought out a berry when I turned fifteen. It was one hundred years old.”

  Jaygak, who had rushed away first, had found Elder Zijin in a warehouse, cheg up on the iory.

  “Elder Zijin,” she called, stopping a few steps away.

  Zijin turo see the devilkin Iyrman. “Good afternoon, Jaygak. What is that you need?”

  “I’m looking for tomatoes,” Jaygak said. “Have you heard of them?”

  “Tomatoes?” Elder Zijin tilted his head. “No. What are they?”

  Jaygak expihe fruit, as well as the situation, to the Elder.

  He blinked a few times. Jaygak was a troublemaker, but even she knew when to stop a joke. “You wao provide one of every fruit aable for the son of Fate? Do you uand what you’re asking of me.”

  “He wants to make pizza, Elder Zijin. It’s a food from his home, which he o longer return to.” Jaygak stared up at the Elder with her pleading eyes.

  Zijin sighed. There were very few ways to persuade an Iyrman, but to ihe demise of Adam’s family, it was something even the Elder couldn’t refuse. “Very well, but I will taste this pizza which has taken your hearts.”

  “Thank you, Elder!”

  “I’ll write down your permissions once I’m done double cheg iory. e, I’ll need a sed set of eyes to make sure I’ve ted correctly.” He didn’t really need her, but since she was asking for so much, he’d have her work for it.

  Jaygak nodded and remained nearby to assist in his work. It was the promise of pizza which fuelled her, but even Elder Zijin was curious about the food of this half elf.

  The purples of dusk basked the Iyr by the time they had revened within the courtyard. There were near tless fruits aables within baskets, some fruits aables were as rge as Adam’s forearm, and others were smaller than his pinky nail, in a myriad of different colours.

  “We brought whichever exotic fruits our families held in ste too,” Jaygak said, revealing one basket, which was smaller than the rest. She then held out a rge ko be used for cutting the rger vegetables. It was silver and purple, made of puthral.

  Adam began to sweat heavily, seeing their expet gazes. ‘This is way too much pressure.’ He inhaled deeply to calm himself. “Alright, I’ll try to find it.”

  “What are you doing?” Sonarot asked, walking out from the house, a hand on her rough stomach. She had seen the youngsters return to the courtyard not long ago, and seeing all the fruit aables had piqued her i.

  “We’re trying to find tomatoes,” Jurot said, as though it expined everything.

  “It’s to make pizza,” Jaygak added, which didn’t help the expnation.

  “What’s that?” Sonarot raised her brow at Jaygak, who would often cause trouble.

  “It’s food from my home,” Adam said.

  “Oh?” Sonarot stared at him for a moment. “Your home?”

  “Yes,” Adam replied, nodding his head at her question. As one of the only Iyrmen who knew his story, she was no doubt asking about his first life.

  She beamed at him expetly. If it was food from his first life, she wondered how it would taste.

  Adam wondered how much damage he was taking internally, sighing once again to calm himself. With that, he began to taste the various fruits aables.

  The Iyrmen waited patiently, eating and roasting some of the vegetables he had fiasting, not wanting the food to go to waste. Their families soon joined, eating and chatting as Adam tasted the various fruits aables. The story was expio them, and the anticipation of the Iyrmen grew.

  The fvours of the various fruits aables were all familiar and fn in many ways to his tongue. He found many different tastes, some of which surprised him. There was a fruit which tasted awfully like chocote, one he’d o keep in the back of his head, though it seemed to be one of the exotic fruits.

  “No!” Jurot shouted as Adam brought a seed to his lips.

  Adam sat up in surprise. “What?”

  “Don’t. It’s poisonous.”

  “How poisonous?” Adam quickly pced it down.

  “It will not kill you, but it will pain your stomach for the entire night.”

  Adam he half elf cut inte fruit which looked like a red pumpkin, a into it. He was struck by a tang, and then a slight sweetness.

  “Oh,” he said, surprised.

  The Iyrmen near him gnced his way.

  He ate another piece, feeling the way the soft skin gave in, and tasted the seeds too. “It’s slightly different than what I’m used to, but this is defihe same fvour and feel as a tomato.”

  “That’s from the south,” Jaygak said, smiling. “From the nd of my aors.”

  Adam smiled. “I’m not sure if I do them proud, but I’ll do my best to try and make a pizza.”

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  “Tomorrow,” Adam said. “I don’t feel very lucky today, and I’ll need some time to remember how to make the pizza properly.”

  “We’ll wait,” Jaygak said, nodding her head.

  The Iyrmen dispersed, excited that Adam had finally found the st ingredient he needed.

  Adam returo the Rot family house, and Turot stepped in too. He stared at the half elf. “ I have some pizza too?”

  “Of course,” Adam said, chug. “I’ll be sure to make some great pizza.”

  “Turot, g Adam a stylus and a book,” Sonarot said. “It’s best to prepare the recipe beforehand.”

  Turot quickly scampered away, before returning with a small book and a stylus a few moments ter. The stylus was essentially a meical pencil, where the long strip of rock could be slowly pushed out by twisting the body of the wood.

  “Thank you,” Adam said, taking the pencil and book.

  “I ’t wait to eat this pizza,” Turot said.

  “I ’t wait either,” Sonarot said.

  Adam spent the rest of the evening trying to remember how to make pizza. It wasn’t a difficult process from what he recalled, but he wao make sure he didn’t miss out something obvious. There were too many Iyrmen to please.

  Intelligence CheckD20 + 3 = 5 (2)

  He stared at the recipe for a long while. There was something off about it, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He sighed, pg the book aside before he turned in for the night.

  Adam pulled the b over his head, going deep into thought. ‘These Iyrmen are more eager than me. If I fail…’ He tried to shake the ive thoughts out of his head, but the stress filled his entire body.

  ‘Belle, how much experience does it cost to reroll?’

  [100.]

  He wondered if he’d really spend so much experierying to make pizza of all things.

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