<strong>If it were me, I'd smash it with a knife and toss it in to brew while your base heats." </strong>Eve glanced up as a cultured voice interjected behind them. A brunette was standing on the far side of the table, a late arrival Eve wondered. "Je ne comprends pas, I'm sorry, wat do you mean by zis brew?" She questioned curious over the slang term Brook had used. While the three talked she flipped her blade and smashed up the beans as Brook suggested then popped the pulped beans into yet another pan with a little water and suger to make a syrup. She turned on the heat and allowed that mixture to simmer slowly while looking at the espresso that Brooke had suggested. "Coffee as well as ze red bean?" Eve shrugged unsure about the two flavour combinations but willing to give it a go.<br/><br/>All the while Sato was chatting away about the savory selection. The topic moved away from Eve's true comfort zone but she listened attentively and offered her thoughts when Brook stated talking about Moroccan meat. "Zat sounds charming! Perhaps some currants or raisins to offset the spices slightly?" She suggested.