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"It turns out, they have those here too... Hmm... Satomka with honey notes, or Tenedka with the same, perhaps a little less pronounced, but with a deeper flavor? The classically refreshing Hayamka, nostalgically bringing back childhood memories? Miyuka? Usually, it's smoked; I wonder, what form is it in here – smoked or not? Or a light, delicate, dietary Inorka?" - The priestess was deeply engrossed in this question, continuously performing all possible calculations in her head for a minute, starting from the last time she tasted a particular variety, continuing with possible variations of assumptions about how it might have been prepared here, and to her displeasure, ending with the intrusive thoughts about the calorie content of one breed or another.
Finally, she had an epiphany – as if, somewhere at eye level, a bright flash of a four-pointed star flickered for a moment.
- Kimeta! - The fingernail of her index finger confidently tapped the last item, which, in this context, implied a combination of Miyuka with steamed broccoli. - Medium-fat, delicate fish with a pronounced flavor, perfectly balanced by the unobtrusive, vegetable neutrality and crispness of broccoli, in a noble synthesis filling the body and soul with all the necessary components, and not a single milligram of excess. Yes, that's it," she said again, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes, and respectfully nodded to her brilliant conclusion.
- Good choice," he managed to say, a little confused, "hey, Trude, take the order. Ayano will have Miyuka with steamed broccoli, and I'll have a beef steak with raw carrots and cabbage."
Silently listening to the order, the red-haired girl returned to the kitchen.