Nya refused the stone of course. In her mind it was Aladons. And she would tell him more about it, but later, when they were eating. As they continued to follow Juli’s orders, she only offered Aladon a smile as he reminded her she was not alone and he was always there to listen. Nya believed him, but she didn’t trust him… not yet… not really.
Juli answered Aladon’s questions easier than Nya had. “I grow some of them. Some of them Indigo brings.. and some of them Uta grows. She has a massive garden. So too does the guy who maintains the Isuas fields… Tony Swiftwater. We can hook you up with starts if you are interested in growing your own.” Juli said, laughing slightly. She’d love to have another garden to pull from if Aladon was willing to get one started. She’d long given up on Nya and her ability to grow anything green. Big predators tended to not have that knack.
Overhearing Aladon’s question to Nya, Juli jumped back in. She took the whole geoduck from Aladon’s hand and showed him the secret. “Okay… see this big round part you cut out of the shell? Leave that whole… its fine after the stomach is removed. What we need filleted out is the neck. It’s actually a huge meaty muscular tube. There’s two routes through it… “ Juli explained, drawing a knife and pointing out the long meaty neck that was actually more meat than the part of the Geoduck that was in the shell. “It draws in water from one tube inside this neck, filters out the food in the water it wants to eat… tiny things… and the squirts the remaining water out the other tube.” Juli sliced off the neck from the hunk of meat on the shell and held it up showing them. It looked like a figure 8 on its side.. with the 8 surrounded by meat. Juli then cut each loop in between the 8 and made one more cut on the outside laying the figure 8 shape open into a flat patty. “See? Don’t cut the necks off though like I did … I did it just to show you. Just open the neck up and you’ll have a huge clam steak we can grill.” She added, demonstrating with a second geoduck and tossing it on the grill portion that Aladon and her had just set up. Then she fetched a basket of seasonings from under her bungalow and tossed salt and pepper on the grilling clam.
It was a neat setup. They had the chowder hanging from a tripod a little above the grill that was holding the clam fillets. They could feed a lot of people this way with one fire and one neat concise setup. It was the type of thing that Aladon realized he’d be asked to make probably over and over again for the other settlers just as soon as they got word of it. And he could modify it so the grill was held up by the tripod or even stretch the grill out so the pot could be sat on the grill and just staked into the ground with iron rods. Syka definitely had an art to it when it came to cooking.
Nya appreciated how Aladon arranged the thicker meat at the hotter part and grabbed some tongs Juli laid out so they could move the meat around as it cooked so they could prevent things burning. Eventually Juli added the cream to the clam chowder, gave it a good stir, and declared it almost done, putting a ladle in the bowl and passing everyone out a plate, bowl, and spoon. Together they helped themselves to a big bowl of clam chowder and several ‘steaks’ of clam.
Nya ate heartily, not speaking, hungry beyond belief. Even if the others ate human or humanoid portions, she was still eating for a giant kelvic and her stomach didn’t let her forget it. Three bowls and four geoducks later, the woman was almost full and offered to help clean up.
“I really appreciate your help today, Aladon. I’m glad you joined us both for the hunt and the cooking. I hope you find out more about your stone too. It looks like the stones in the watchtowers in the cities I’ve been in… the ones that keep time and change color according to the season. They are old magic, from before the Valterrian. I know some people that have shards of watchstones like I think that one is. They use them as jewelry. You’ll know for sure what it is when the seasons change and if it turns green. I… I think there were people here before. Maybe out in the water. I’m not sure. So much washes up on the shores here. It would be right if there was a watchtower somewhere… even a broken one.” Nya said hesitantly, then she offered him a smile. Dipping her head, she licked her bowl clean without a care to manners in the world. The chowder was good… very good… and it was a recipe Nya would make again.