[cos only rich motherfuckers can't handle potato peeling. He nods approvingly at Martin.]
That's well done, boy.
[he places the seasoned steaks on the skillet, then fires up the range. As the meat begins to cook, he withdraws a vial from his coat pocket and sprinkles several flakes of an aromatic, exotic herb over each rib-eye in turn. A warm, savory scent soon fills the apartment.
That done, he unwraps a package of fresh asparagus and holds out the whole cluster--about fifteen spears total--to Bariyan.]
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You must have been a wealthy man, Bariyan.
[cos only rich motherfuckers can't handle potato peeling. He nods approvingly at Martin.]
That's well done, boy.
[he places the seasoned steaks on the skillet, then fires up the range. As the meat begins to cook, he withdraws a vial from his coat pocket and sprinkles several flakes of an aromatic, exotic herb over each rib-eye in turn. A warm, savory scent soon fills the apartment.
That done, he unwraps a package of fresh asparagus and holds out the whole cluster--about fifteen spears total--to Bariyan.]
Tear off the tough ends, would you?