Snarl grinned widely, his fangs baring in the move, giving his face a strange mixture of danger and allure. He spun his knife a few times, then notched a cut into the forward-facing side of his cutting board.
"And that, friends, is how you make Pasta Kaurwa....INTENSE!"
As he spoke, the twin dancers moved again with practiced precision, leading C'kayah off of the stage and towards a nearby table. It had been arranged comfortably, with a simple long table, a bench with ample cushioning, and a half-canopy to shield against the sun. The dancers sat C'kayah down, signaling him and his plate of food to sit and complete his prepared dish. As quickly as they paid attention to him, they forgot him, dashing back up to the stage as Snarl spoke again.
He pointed his ladle challengingly at the crowd, scanning it over the assembly as his eyes flashed.
"Now then....who among you will come forth? Who's next?"
The dancers took up the chant: "Who's next? Who's next? Who's next?"
"And that, friends, is how you make Pasta Kaurwa....INTENSE!"
As he spoke, the twin dancers moved again with practiced precision, leading C'kayah off of the stage and towards a nearby table. It had been arranged comfortably, with a simple long table, a bench with ample cushioning, and a half-canopy to shield against the sun. The dancers sat C'kayah down, signaling him and his plate of food to sit and complete his prepared dish. As quickly as they paid attention to him, they forgot him, dashing back up to the stage as Snarl spoke again.
He pointed his ladle challengingly at the crowd, scanning it over the assembly as his eyes flashed.
"Now then....who among you will come forth? Who's next?"
The dancers took up the chant: "Who's next? Who's next? Who's next?"
