Gloria
*Terrel would give a nod as the Qua started taking out supplies. It seemed like he was going to go ahead and prepare the soup right then and there. The Elf would walk a short distance away, tugging his horse along so he could grab some supplies he'd use to start the fire with. Taking the time, he'd begin working on grabbing some materials to put it together, eventually returning to begin lighting the makeshift campfire he had composed. He'd return to take the pot from Krikka, not having much water around the area he could choose from, so instead having to use the one he carried on the go as he'd fill it up and set it above the fire to boil before turning to look back to the bug.*"All yours."*He'd say gesturing to it. If the soup turned out any good, he could perhaps add it to the list of recipes and food to try later.*
Oscar
_Krikka Feest while the pot had been taken to the fire the Elf made to boil it, the Qua began chopping the leeks and peeling the potato. Each leek was sliced into thin stalks while the potato was then cubed to the best of his ability after peeling had been done.

Without a word, he carried the cutting board over to the boiling pot and began to pour the ingredients in, using the cutting knife to push it all off._ "Sit to boil. I will stir... So, Terrel, where do you hail from then?"
Gloria
*The Elf would watch Krikka at work, silently observing for a while before the Qua would suddenly ask where he hailed from. He always had a simple answer for this, the place he came from not being anywhere too notable.*"A small elven town some ways away from here."*He'd explain.*"Few know of it. It was never really a place to be proud of."*Terrel would look over at the Qua, asking:*"I'm guessing you aren't from around here either?"*Of course he already had an answer to this question in being told that the Qua was a traveler. Well that and the fact that he's hardly seen another Qua around here.*
Oscar
"A farm" _he replied to his question while stirring the pot gently. The leek and potatoes swam around the pot, doing laps over and over._ "A small farm, in the Beastkin Territories. Cattle, pigs. Some crops. Mostly meats." _It had been what led him to his skills of cooking. Experimenting with the foods on the farm. He took a sip from a testing spoon he had in a pocket, his mandibles clicking. Then he took another spoon, holding it forth._ "A taste?"
Gloria
*Terrel would raise a hidden eyebrow at the mention of growing up on a farm, one thing the Elf found relatable to the Qua, though he wasn't so quick to state it. Being offered the spoon for a taste, he'd take it in his hand and sip from it before thinking the flavor over.*"More spices?"*He'd suggest to the Qua before handing the spoon back.*"So why'd you decide to leave the farm? It seems like you'd have all you need there for cooking different foods."
Oscar
_More spices. He nodded and left the pot to boil for a moment longer before he began retreating back to his wagon to gather up spices he had on hand. While doing so, he shot over a response._

"Rival clan. Saw benefit in taking the farm for supply and land. Left just before it did, to expand my horizons" _he said as he sprinkled some herbs and spices into the leek and potato soup. Something akin to thyme._
Gloria
"So you were driven out basically?"*The Elf would attempt to simplify with how he explained it. From the sounds of it, it seemed like the bug saw a group coming to take his land and simply fled from it, deciding to see opportunity in leaving with the cooking skills he had. He supposed he was fortunate that being a Steppe Elf, the farm lands were basically theirs to use, but as for the other races, he doubted it was as simple with competition over the lands.*
Oscar
_Krikka Feest thought long and hard over that. How had it gone? From what he recalled, he had simply left for better horizons, to expand this new culture of cooking and create new recipes. To become known. Perhaps he had seen the force over the hills? The Qua simply shrugged in response._

"Perhaps. How is it now?" _He asked after mixing the spices and herbs in, gesturing to the tasting spoon that Terrel had used._
Gloria
*Terrel would dip the spoon in the soup, taking a sip from it. He wouldn't consider it too over the top, but still enjoyable nonetheless.*"Better."*He'd say with a nod before leaning back a bit against his horse. It seemed the Qua didn't have much of an answer towards his reasons of leaving which left Terrel only being able to assume it was the case. At least he wasn't such a bad chef despite how first impression may seem.*"Got anything else you typically add to it?"*He'd question as if he wouldn't just cook the potatoes and consider it the whole meal.*
Oscar
_The Qua stood away from the pot once more. This had led to a good recipe apparently, another he could make for customers. So what better way to celebrate the perfection of another! Even if it was not an exact perfection. He went to fetch up some bowls. He dipped one in, bringing it up with cubed potatoes and leek stalks in the soup. Before presenting it to Terrel._ "Meat. But this is a no meat recipe so... I will think of it. On the house."
Gloria
"Thanks."*He'd say, deciding not to press the idea of adding meat to the dish. Terrel supposed it was fine as is. Taking the spoon and bowl, he'd slowly eat away at it. A free meal at least.*"I'm guessing you plan on traveling to all the different countries then?"*He had questioned, halfway through eating his soup.*
Oscar
_Krikka nodded in return to the thanks before getting a few more bowls, filling them and carrying them over to the wagon. With one of his legs, he kicked at a lever on the side. A bench fell from side now hanging there. Perfect to place some more bowls upon, steaming with fresh leek and potato soup. Just in case any villagers fancied a meal._

"Everywhere. Gather all different meats, spices, now vegetables it seems as well. Create masterpieces, best meals money can buy. Maybe buy restaurant. Maybe start chain. Or maybe stick to mobile sales."
Gloria
*Terrel would watch him as the wagon, suppressing his humor in the set up.*"You really do travel prepared don't you?"*The Elf would ask, coming to eventually finish his bowl as he would stand back upright to walk over to the man's wagon.*"Well it depends on if you enjoy traveling more or simply cooking. Traveling can be more dangerous for a moving business though, especially outside of the Capitols if you aren't careful."*He'd say towards Krikka debating between what he'd want to do.*
Oscar
_Krikka felt he impressed Terrel with that, rather than humored. And... Well, something akin to a grin appeared across his mandibles. A look of pride, more so, with his head held high. He always hoped to have come prepared for his meals and travels._

"Yes, yes I do indeed! Thank you" _he said in return. At the mention of travels being dangerous, that was a fact he knew. And also a fact that he had not prepared for. Perhaps he should get hired help..._ "Well now. That... Yes, that is something I should prepare for. I should get ready for danger on the roads. Bandits, beasts. How should I best prepare for that, do you think?"