Lion Head Mesa blood & bone

a meal, certainly that makes the most sense in Tuna's ears. "awf course," she comes to say, sweeping up the returned cup and placing it with the others in the ripples of water, "please, wait'ere." 

perhaps she simply misses the invitation, but Tuna is more focused on serving more than she is listening to what little crocodilian words flirt in her ears. but despite the heat, there is swiftness in her step as she comes to search for the nearest pantry. scanning for the moment in hopes to not waste time, tune comes to return with a platter fit for the mazoi.

"before yew," she says after placing down the meal before him, "is'sa round from tha shy deer, along wit' bits o' tender-loin an' fat tah' cleanse tha tongue." the meat is plated with a conscience, and even atop the cuts is a meticulously placed herb, perhaps meant to dazzle the eyes. round is a cut that not many come to learn of and appreciate, but Tuna picks this cut to serve due to the secret tenderness that can often be associated with it.

"does this please the honor'able khusobek?" she comes to ask, ready to sweep away the platter if he wished for something else to fill his gut.