Snippet #2601174

Bloom looked at Nora again. It is quite clear that she lived an otherwise sedentary lifestyle. Weg has more combat skill in comparison. But she isn't an imbecile, she seems like one who can make up skill with effort. On that note, Bloom also returned to the ship- if they didn't end up hiring Nora, she would have to get the equipment ready to properly prepare that creature she had in a cage in her lab, whom she had affectionately dubbed as 32, since it was a fairly new species she hadn't really told anyone about and it hadn't been registered. She wanted to keep performing the experiments, but lunch was more important.

Bloom truly did not understand why the others felt so uneasy when it was her turn to cook, everything she made was perfectly safe and tasted fine. So what if it still twitched ocasionally? It was dead, it just...did that. More often than normal creatures.

Not her fault the more exotic creatures did that, though maybe that was a small reason why they weren't widely marketed for food.

It wasnt like she didn't cook chicken or other popular foods, just that whenever they went anywhere, those creatures happened to be there. Just like some of the plants. Some were quite nutritional, while others simply served as medicine, weapons, or aesthetic design in her lab or for The Doctor to sell to the much more vain crowd up in the Sky district.

The Terrybitter would probably go well with 32....