"If you ruin it you just throw it away and start over. It's not life or death. It's just chicken. That's why you start small. It'd be a shame if you ruined a good piece of veal or something."
Hugo looked up at the sky, judging the time by where the sun was. He should probably get back. He could probably sneak into his house without being seen around now.
"I work at the pub. The fry cook. If you ever want to come by and learn how to cook, let me know." Hugo stood up, brushing his hands on his pants and picked up his bag. "There's some more mangoes on this side if you get hungry." Hugo pulled his knife out of his pocket and tossed it around the tree. "You can bring that back to me whenever."