“Certainly!” Lunamor grabbed the ingredients necessary for chouta stew and set to work. Several gallons of grease later he emerged from the kitchen carrying two large bowls. Everything in them was fried, including the liquid. Little chunks of a fried, unidentifiable sort of meat floated around in them and a wedge of fried flatbread had been stuck in both states. He set them down in front of the little boys.
”Enjoy!”