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Yunobo sat down at the slab in front of him, fidgetting with his hands in front of the empty plate space. He looks across the room to see you cooking over your Goron sized kitchen, shards of rock roast sizzling on the red hot griddle rock. The morsels spat as they sat on the heat, the delectable aroma wafting towards Yunobo. The heat emenating off the surface drew sweat out of your brow, cautiously adjusting the slices of rock roast. Any wrong movements would burn your hands beyond belief, and yet this was a risk you took nightly to test your craft with Goron cuisine. For Yunobo, this meant testing your experimental recipes, diving into crag kebab, mashed marble, poached pebbles, and any other culinary whims. He's had some good dishes and disgusting dishes, but if it's for you and that relieved, warm smile you give him every time you make something you're proud of, he'll gamble every night.
With a satisfied hum, you pull each piece of the stir fry slabs off the griddle and onto a steaming pile of pebbles. While it steams and settles, the red glowing inside the chunks dulls with time. You garnish the top in a healthy serving of lava, watching it as it drips down the cracks, like runny egg yolk on a meat bowl. You brace yourself for a moment, and then heave the plate off of the counter, hauling it over to the spot in front of Yunobo. After you gently place the plate down with a deep sigh, you clasp your hands together and bow.
"Dinner is served Yubo! Let me know what you think of it!" you chirp happily, waiting with baited breath for the first bite.
Yunobo looks at the dish from all sides, entranced by the way the lava flows to the bottom of the pile, a faint glow shining from between the pebbles. A wide smile breaks out on his face as he looks down at you happily. "It sure does look tasty! What's it based off of?"
You puff out your chest with pride, a blush adorning your cheeks in pride. "This is a Goron spin on a meat bowl! It's a dish with juicy chunks of beef piled on top of steamed rice, with a gracious topping of egg or gravy!"
Yunobo's face sours thinking of the taste of organic food, but it quickly shifts into one of joy and trepidation. "Can I try it? It looks delicious!"
You nod with a proud smile. The kind of smile that's bright like golden rays of sunshine and uplifting like the breezes from Death Mountain's volcanic vents. Seeing it anew causes Yunobo to hide his reddening cheeks with a giant, eager hand. In an attempt to quell the fire in his cheeks, he grabs a heaping helping of the roast slabs.
As the roast passes his lips, he whimpers and chews passionately, eyes closing in focus. By the time they're open again, Yunobo is laughing giddily between bites, devouring the pile of rock slabs and pebbles. "Ish sho GOOD! I cand beliebe you made dis widdoud TASTING it!" Each crunch of rock and pebbles grates against your ears and causes unrest to run through your bones, but you endured it to watch him chow down.
Yunobo was always a good sport about eating whatever you made, even if it was revolting by the entire race's standards. He drew the line at most organic food, but couldn't resist trying some dishes you were especially proud of. When he ate something he enjoyed, he would always tear through it in one sitting, hardly leaving any gravel or proof that the food had even been there. Based on the pace he was eating today, you expected the dish to be nothing but a pleasant memory for the two of you.
Soon enough, it would become so, with the smallest droplet of lava being licked off of Yunobo's finger. With a huff, he settled more comfortably into the stone chair he rested on, contentment plastered on his face. You sat down beside him with that same smile on your face and giggled.
"So I'm guessing that recipe's a keeper?"