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𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕤𝕥. 𝕝𝕠𝕖 | ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ-ꜱᴇᴀ ([personal profile] seaboard) wrote in [community profile] thesunandthesea 2025-04-13 05:40 am (UTC)

The fish are served in wrapped bundles of leaves that they had been cooked in - seaweed, by the look. Brought out and dished to everyone seated.

Though where she was born to such a position she makes her movements clear because he was hardly the only one new to it. Even if it is nerve wracking for it to be so directly upon her now as it never had been before. A woman of her own household, her own responsibilties at his side. Taking her knife and carefully opening the kelp, and it is followed by the smell of pepper and onion and lemon, then the fish below it. Letting it air, she gestured for the wine to be poured, and another dish to be served with it.

Rice, mixed with those same almonds, and what smelled like lavender to sweeten it that is spooned beside the fish.

Cutting it up, and spooning up fish and rice together, she blows on it to cool it before lifting it not to herself, but to her husband.

It's not exactly rich, but well blended. Sharp and earth to not take away from the fish. "Here, like this."

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