Sam liked taking on the duty of cooking. It was the one job he hadn't had to learn here, it was a skill he'd brought along with him. Sure, he'd had to learn to cook with produce and meat he wasn't used to -- but it wasn't as difficult given he had the basic techniques of cooking down pat.

So, when he could, Sam made sure he was available to help with the meals like this. Sam had volunteered this time to work on the fritters. His mom had shown him how to fry a number of foods growing up and this wasn't much different. Even that aside, Sam had become pretty efficient and quick at chopping up a variety of ingredients: herbs and roots were chopped, smashed, and shredded before being divided into small bowls for use.

He heard a noise and looked up, offering a smile, "Hope you're hungry. I'm about to start frying these suckers up."