- I can definitely believe that. Maybe I even know your acquaintance? As for mine, I've had many such stories; I should have started keeping a journal about them, but what if it fell into the wrong hands? Although, for something to remain... that was probably the first time. It's a beautiful trinket; I like it. I hope it will be reborn someday, maybe even we'll meet again? Unlikely, of course.
Interrupting their moment, Trude places two portions of cooked phantom salmon on the table. The skin on the underside was as black as lava rock but looked appetizing, and the flesh was a delicate pink. The fish was served with snap peas, herbs, a couple of boiled potatoes, and optional ground black pepper.
- Enjoy your meal, - she says and goes back.