Krale made sure to position himself between the two in order to return Rai'faani's attention to him and his instructions.

"Once you get all the shaak into the pot, take that big spoon over there and stir everything together."

His voice was gravely, but encouraging at the same time as he opened up a second oven. With a dishrag to protect his hand from the heat, he pulled out a low pan with more sizzling strips of shaak. This he set on the counter a bit further to the side, and immediately turned about to grab the small shaker of home-mixed spices that he'd set aside just for this moment. The clear jar held a blend of Anteevian salt, pepper, Ithorian green herbs, Kolo Claw Fish powder, and a few other secret ingredients that he would go to the grave with.

Delicately, in a series of movements that seemed strange from such a mountain of a being, he deftly sprinkled the shaak with his concoction.

And as an afterthought, one of his hands reached back to give a pat to Rai'faani's shoulder, and he offered a rare few words of encouragement.

"You're doing a fine job, Little Claw."