The Least Common Denominator

XLIV.II Fahrenheit

Another day, another dish to make. Day two... or three, was it? of teaching Bennie how to make omurice was in the cards today. And judging by the meaty smell permeating the stall as I approached it, I'd guess that she took it upon herself to continue reducing the sauce herself.

"Good morning, Crimson," Bennie beamed at me, much to my surprise. "I took out the gunk that floated on the sauce when I got here. Then I put it on the stove to get it boiling again."

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh wow. Good job, Bennie."

"T-thank you..."

Ignoring the faint giggling that seemed to echo from somewhere, I made my way to the demi-glace that was in the making while brandishing a ladle hanging from one of the racks. Giving the dark brown mixture a stir, the smell had improved considerably as the sauce seemed to have reduced down to