"It's not bad," Link said, pushing away from the table and heading over to the cooking corner. He was still studying the Slate, trying to decide which type of carp to use. There wasn't a huge difference in taste between armored and mighty carp, but there was enough that one would probably pair with the honey more than the other.
Hm.
Well, the mighty carp had a slightly sweeter flavor to it- he'd never tasted fish that had any sort of natural sweetness to it, but there that fish was, staring at him in his inventory -so it'd probably do better.
After taking a minute to pop his gear into the Slate- he wasn't going to cook with a bunch of weapons hanging off his back, ffs -he dumped the fish and the honey comb onto the counter. And quickly realized that he couldn't cook this particular dish with his gloves on, and he wasn't comfortable having his gloves off around people. At least the right glove. That Triforce mark was a little obvious, and oh hey, that was a discussion that should be had.
Not one he wanted to have, for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that if he didn't approach it very carefully, he was going to make her feel guilty and sour his own mood in the process.
Sigh. May as well leap into that stream and start swimming.
He stowed his gloves in the Slate and started focusing on filleting that fish, hoping that the normally stress-relieving cooking process would keep his tone from displaying the open panic and knee-jerk defensiveness that the damn thing being talked about caused.
"So not to ruin the mood by scaring the shit out of you with how I'm phrasing this, but we got a talk we need to have." He glanced over his shoulder at her, gauging her reaction. "You must not have been given a lesson in knowing what's 'need to know' information when they were teaching you court games."