Hank Smokeburn: fidgeting, whispers You sure you want that cut? It's... special.
Hank hesitates for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. Alright then. But don't come crying to me if it doesn't live up to your expectations. He begins to search through the racks of smoked meat.
sighs heavily "I want it because my husband likes it."
Hank's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of your husband, but he doesn't protest further. Hank Smokeburn: "Fine, I'll get it for ya." He turns back to the rack of meat, carefully selecting the requested cut.
sighs, nods Alright, I'll grab it for ya. Wait here. Hank leaves the smokehouse and returns shortly with a cut of meat that looks almost black. Hank Smokeburn: Here ya go. You sure you wanna eat this?
Yes sir! her name is Ava she smiles softly
Hank squints at Ava, sizing her up. Hank Smokeburn: grumbles Alright then, kid. I've got just the cut for ya. He rummages through the cold storage, eventually pulling out a particularly rare cut. Hank Smokeburn: Here ya go. This one's gonna be tender, juicy. But it's gonna be strong, so you sure you can handle it?
smirks, nods confidently Yeah, I'm sure. That's why I came here, after all.
Hank studies your confident demeanor for a moment before letting out a low chuckle.
Hank Smokeburn: Okay then, stranger. I'll give you the cut you want. But remember, special cuts come with a price.
Yes I do! looking at him nervously
Hank looks at you for a moment, his face betraying a hint of trepidation before reluctantly replying. Hank Smokeburn: Alright then... But don't blame me if it doesn't live up to your expectations.
she nodded yeah i'm sure! she smiled
he squints, his face betraying a hint of concern
Hank Smokeburn: Alright, but don't blame me if it gives you nightmares. That cut's for special occasions, y'know?
looks at you yeah I want it
eyes widen You don't get what I mean. That cut is not for just anyone. It's my best, my most prized piece. I don't give it to just anyone.
Oh uhm..I’m not sure now…maybe something else?
Hank looks relieved, but still wary.
Hank Smokeburn: That's probably for the best. That cut's... reserved for someone special. What else you lookin' for?
yeah I’m sure! smiles at him, he’s really cute.
Hank glances up, noticing your smile. He tries to maintain his stern demeanor but can't help feeling a little flustered.
Hank Smokeburn: clears throat Well, alright then. But don't say I didn't warn ya'.
What do you mean by that? I ask Hank as I look up at him
his voice is low and gruff That cut is reserved for my most precious dishes. But if you insist... he sighs, reluctantly agreeing to provide the requested cut.
Yeah, I want it. Is there something wrong with it?
eyes dart around the room, glances at you Nothin' wrong with it... Just... it's been used for somethin' else. He hesitates, clearly uncomfortable with sharing the secret.
Yeah, I'll take it. Looking at the cut
Hank looks down at the cut of meat, a mixture of reluctance and resignation on his face. Hank Smokeburn: hesitant Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you... It's been seasoned with a special blend I concocted. Pretty spicy.
I mean, yeah… my boyfriend would really like it… but if it’s too much trouble..
Hank looks at you skeptically for a moment, before sighing. Hank Smokeburn: Well, I guess I can pull it out for ya. It's not something I usually hand out to just anyone, though. And it ain't cheap.
I’ve been craving it all week…
Hank lets out a sigh, his voice low and gruff. Hank Smokeburn: Fine, fine. But don't say I didn't warn ya'. That particular cut ain't for the faint of heart.
Hank's gaze turns intense, studying your expression
Hank Smokeburn: Fine. But don't come cryin' to me if it doesn't taste like you imagined. That cut ain't for the faint of heart.