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Keveka laughs. "Surprise... surprise... sounds like him. Oh he likes Ma's cooking and all, but Tam has never been one for tofu or anything soy based... says it has not true texture or taste... which is, of course, the beauty of it." He grins at the boy and nods. "So you are the one, heh... where did you learn how to make it?"

The boy shrugs. "The wiseman taught me. When the men went trading they would always come back with things from the coast, foodstuffs we could not raise on our own. Salted fish from the ocean, bonito I think it was called, seaweed and soy sauce were always in their bags. And miso if there was room. The rest we made ourselves. We just called it fish soup... What did you call it?"

"Miso soup... " laughs Keveka kindly. "But as it is fish based, you're just as correct calling it that I suppose. It is a little different than the one Ma makes, but then everyone makes it to their own taste. Yours is quite good, by the way. I thank you for sharing."

Passura exhales a sigh of relief. "I like to cook... but to do it all the time...." he shudders. "I think it would take the fun from it, mes'sirrah."

Keva wrinkles up his nose. "Remind me not to get you mad..." he moans laughing. "Boiled hay might be good for Veras, but I'd rather have meat."

Pasa nods in agreement. "Me, too."

Keveka shudders. "I certainly hope not." then he stands up and hugs them both. "Well, I'm off. I've already said goodbye to the others and it's getting late. Stop by home once in a blue moon, Kero. But check first to make sure Ma doesn't have a vendetta going against ye first, okay?" he adds with a wink, then he turns and walks towards the door, growing smaller, shifting into the form of a fox and fading from view as he moves.

The boy nods eagerly and reaches for his new cape. He fastens it about his neck and swirls in a circle. "It's really soft!" he says laughs merrily, watching how it fans out as he twirls.

The boy snuggles it up about his face and sighs. "I've never felt anything so nice. Can I sleep in it?"

The boy nods and stands there, expectantly, waiting for him to open a portal. "How will our stuff get there, mes'sirrah?" he asks out of curiosity trying his hardest to stand still, but he's so excited he can barely contain himself.

The boy does as he is told, and sits there expectantly. Like any boy the sight of the bikehas made him bubble with curiosity, but he is trying hard not to show it.