A Night Feast At The Campout - With Me, Angels cat.

Angel wanted to cook for both Me and himself, he was camped out and well-equipped at an unknown location, deep inside the forests in the mountain of Kin. He realized an objective for the meal he wanted to prepare, inside of his mind. When he cooked the essence of the herb of freshness and spice he created a realm inside it's fractals and froze his atmospheric spheres for the condensation to return as much fresher and colder herb fresh from the mountain, to make the fish smell more cold & flavorful and tender in the freshness. The spice contained a different sense of smell and taste, it was sweet yet there was a much different hot and twisty taste to it. It was green in color. This was a secret ingredient. He only used the essence of these flavors and herbs to use into the fish he and Me, his cat, caught at the river.

A woman of a much different kind than Angel was however observing this captivating moment of such a magnificent works of creation and Art. She only watched them from a far and learnt of his tricks of key ingredient attributes and understood that he was a righteous and a holy one. She was a woman of High Degrees of Arts, of Laws and its Degrees. Yet she was teleported into the remnant of this creation of art on a plate for Angel and Me, his only friend, a cat.

She wanted to excavate the full meaning of such type of a cuisine and she was ready to exchange money for it too.