Looking at his chopping, she nodded before adjusting his knife so that it was less choppy and more fine. Taking a few of the spices, she took the pestle and mortar and began to grind the spices into the middle. Her stomach rolled at the smells and she had to take a few deeper breaths.

"Chewy, it was very rubbery." Del said making a face. "Textures change with heat or without it, with heat the blobbiness becomes rubberyness. It was nice for a little bit. Now, it is not."