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The rich, spicy scent drifts tantalizingly on the air, promising an unparalelled gastric delight. You follow it into a small alley which you had previously missed. There are several stalls, one of which has a large pot simmering within it. You move over and come face to face with the handsome lady who runs the stall.
"Can I be helpin' you boys?" Her smile is warm and friendly, and she seems oddly blind to your shape, and your size.
Fred is urgently nuzzling your gut for food. "Umm, what's cooking?"
"Jambalaya. Best stuff for miles around." She goes on to describe, in mouth watering detail, exactly what she's put into her recipe, and how each thing improves the taste. Your reach eagerly for your wallet... and find it empty! You've bought more than you thought.
Fred's whimpers are becoming more desperate, and despite his being stuffed to the brim, he still contrives to appear starving. You begin haltingly, "Err, could we possibly ... umm, please try it ... for free? It ... ah, smells so ... wonderful." You trail off lamely, conscious of how cheap and greedy you must seem.
The lady stares at you for a second, then breaks into a broad grin. "Sure! You both look like you need feeding up, and I like people who really appreciate good food." You blush at these comments, but gratefully accept the 2 steaming bowls handed to you.
The taste is even better than the smell, and you eagerly finish off your bowlful. Fred wolfs his down, and pleads with you for more. With an imploring look at the pot, you turn to ask for more, and find another bowl waiting for you. This you pass to Fred, who gollops it down with obvious relish.
The lady's eyebrows rise a little. "Big pet." she comments.
"He's a friend, not a pet." you reply, idly stroking Fred's bulbous back. He wriggles at the touch.
"Alright, big friend", she amends. "Watch out, Fred's a growing wolf." She gives an infectious laugh.
How did she know - a sudden breeze wafts her scent over that of the meal. Limes. Fred stiffens at the laugh, and hauls his front paws onto the stall ledge.
"You!" he howls.
"Me." grins Carla.
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)