However, she was far from done. Just because she HAD enough meat for twenty people didn’t mean that they’d be satisfied with a single serving of Sushi, which was generally a light food to begin with. She needed to make a side dish, two of them in fact. However, Miyamoto Ikana wasn’t the kind of person that was going to waste any single bit of food. So, taking twin cooking knives, she looked upon the fish before her before she lowered her head a bit, and began rapidly lifting her arms up and down, cooking with finesse as she began to chop the fish remains up into a fine reddish paste. There was no need to gut the creature for she had already removed anything lingering in it’s stomach that was not appetizing. Quickly did she move this now reddish paste into a bowl, chopping up green onions, normal onions, and adding some bread crumbs for solidness and adding them. Taking some sesame oil, she sprayed a generous amount into her mixing bowl and began to take these pulverized guts and bones, turning them into fishballs. Calcium was rich in bones and so when eaten like these, with a light bitterness from the guts that will be deep fried and breaded, it will give energy and a more filling bite.
So, as she prepared this dish, she set large containers into the fryers, leaving nothing of the fish whatsoever. There was no evidence other than a slightly bloody set of knives and cutting board to realize she was cooking anything. With a light sigh, she’d prepare the nori, the hot white rice, and began to roll with precision. There was only one thing left. These two dishes needed something nice and refreshing to fill a person and leave them content. What better than some Miso Soup? She could be cooking all day and still be happy, though she did have people to serve of course. If they weren’t happy with what she was cooking? They could get the hell out of the kitchen. Taking out a bowl of soaked seaweed, she’d dump it into a very large pot, added more water, some more beef stock, some salt, some sesame oil, and then touched the surface of the pot as she sealed the lid. “Flamvell…” A bath of molten flames washed over the whole pot, rapidly heating it but with passionate love, a kiss of heat. It was only then she added tofu into the pot with bean paste to really add that richness that the young mage stepped forward, looked to the lunch bell, and rang it once with loud ferocity, the sound ringing through the otherwise busy study halls and training regions.
When one arrived, they’d see lines of bento prepared with two sections, Tuna Sushi in one, deep fried fish balls in the other, and a bowl of standard Miso Soup next to each box. However, the cook simply wearing her apron would leave the dishes out, and mysteriously wasn’t there. Some people in Lamia Scale said there was a ghost that was bound to service and cooked for everyone. Some people said that a guild member worked behind there. Other people just said that it was a hired worker. In reality, it was technically the last two. She was a full fledged guild member but she was also being paid for her work in addition to monster hunting with knowledge and some jewels. However, not many had ever seen her face. The shutters were closed with only a slot for more food to come out and dishes to come back. A simple sign on that shutter would say, “Knock For A Serving If You’re Deserving.” How mysterious.
Lamia Scale's Mess Hall was akin to a cafeteria that one might find in a school. How fitting for a guild of bookish types and a moderate amount of people. Though, it had a charm to it when it came to food. It was usually a different thing to eat every time.