"Turn the heat up a little. Good, now turn it back down a bit. Yes, like that. Keep it steady. These two are yours, so pay extra attention to the heat."
"All right, meow."
Kallen sat grilling fish, with Puer sitting in his lap. Both her paws were extended, conjuring a fireball whose heat she adjusted under Kallen's guidance.
Ventura had prepared plenty of food when they fled, so nobody had to worry about food for now. Besides, given the strength of the people living in the "house" on the sea beast's back, they would hardly starve on this "teeming" sea.
After all, even if a shark came along, any one of them could jump down, kill it easily, and toss it aboard to be skinned and eaten.
Grilling fish was merely a way for Kallen to relax when he grew bored. The thoughtful Ventura had brought seasonings as well, giving him many more options when cooking.
Once the fish were done, he handed them to Puer, then scooped up some water to wash his hands.
"Miss Puer, are you playing?" Aisili called to Puer.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Puer shouted happily as she ate her fish. "I'm going to catch wolves with my bare paws, meow!"
Worried that everyone would get bored during the voyage, Kallen had taught them to play Werewolf.
It worked very well, and everyone soon grew fond of the game. Of course, that was partly because there was practically nothing else they could find to pass the tedious hours.
On the sea beast were Aisili, Blanche, Mars, Bart, Muli, Ventura, Memphis, Alfred, and Philomina-ten people, counting Kallen;
There were two others: Mota and Ansi.
With twelve players, they used a setup with four villagers, four wolves, a Seer, a Witch, a Hunter, and a Fool.
Everyone