Hot pot and access rights

The temporary base on Tier Two was bathed in warm yellow light.

The heavy metal door closed behind them, shutting out all the murderous threats on Tier Three.

Leorio tossed the Medical Kit onto the table and let out a long breath.

"Finally, we're safe for now." He rolled up his sleeves, his eyes gleaming. "Like we agreed, I'm in charge of today's hot pot."

Genos took the packed ingredients out of his storage space and lined them up neatly along the edge of the table.

The moment he opened the packages, the aroma of meat mingled with the fresh scent of mushrooms.

Saitama had been leaning casually against the wall, but his nose twitched.

He straightened and ambled over.

"So these are the graded ingredients you mentioned?" Gon leaned over the table and curiously poked the meat on one plate.

"The three types on the left are grade-one ingredients," Genos explained, pointing at the plates. "Barbecue pork collar, Four-Leaf French Fry Mushroom, and Milk-Crumb Biscuit Mushroom. They're regular staples in the ship's kitchens."

"These on the right are grade two." His fingertip moved to the other side. "Rock salt Snowflake Steak, Honey Ape Fruit, and Cheese Snail Meat. They're reserved for the royal family. Conventional firearms can't bring down the creatures they come from."

Killua picked up a piece of Honey Ape Fruit and took a bite.

Sweet fragrance burst across his tongue, rich honey flavor wrapping around the fresh taste of the fruit.

"Pretty good," he said succinctly.

Leorio had already set up the pot, and the broth was bubbling away.

"Stop standing around. Sit down and eat!" he called, waving his ladle. "I spent ages getting this broth right. I guarantee it'll be delicious."

Kurapika approached the table but didn't sit down immediately.

He looked at Genos