Pan-searing two slabs of meat until the fat rendered out, Zariel lifted his head to the girl staring at him with stars in her eyes, which he promptly ignored, throwing a few nobs of butter, rosemary, and garlic into the pot. The butter sizzled, bubbling until it was brown, as he began butter-basing each slab of meat.
The scent alone was enough for Aurelia's stomach to growl in defiance and her mouth to water like a faucet.
"I want one too!"
"Of course you do… give me a few minutes."
Smiling, Aurelia glanced at Zariel. "Wanna hear something cool?" before he could respond in his usual snarky voice, she said, "Lucarious Del Lazarus."
The name struck Zariel's psyche like a battering ram seeking to tear down a wall. He shuddered, staggering back to look at her. The face of a young boy, five or six, slowly took shape in his mind.