“Hmmph.”
Lunamor turned on his heel and strode into the kitchen. He prepared the stew, but adjusted the proportions of some of the sketchier ingredients. He was incredibly tired of having people in his restaurant pass out. He substituted the removed amounts with a mysterious, slightly grainy spice he thought would imitate the flavor well.
He briefly explained to John how to make the slightly less Rough version of the stew, then exited the kitchen. He placed the stew in front of Seriv.
”Here. I made him less likely to make you pass out.”