"Thank you for telling everyone to go get them, Lady Babette." Tsavani smiled, revealing her pearly white fangs. It was clear that she had a tendency to chew ninroot, by the way they were sharpened and brightened.
"No garlic, I hope..." the child said, sniffing the air.
"Of course not. When elfears are chopped up, they smell like garlic." she chopped a few more elfear herbs, then allowed the child to smell them. "See?"
"Ew... I don't like garlic, to be honest." she gagged like a little kid being forced to take medacine. "Can you teach me how to cook, though?" she asked with a toothy grin.
"All you have to do is spectate, lady Babette. Then, you'll have toms like Zoaesi eating out of your hands in no time." she hissed as she slapped the toms hand, catching his hand creeping towards the ladel to sneak a taste of the stew.
"Oh, c'mon, Tsavi! I'm hungry!" he said, rubbing his hand.
"You can wait like everyone else, you cat burglar." she said, hands on her hips.