Mar pulled a venison steak from their supplies, salted its outside with a few swift motions, then dropped it on the grill left to heat over the fire. As it sizzled, he dug into the bag she'd brought, coming up with a few nuts. These he cracked open with a squeeze of his fingers, then discarded the shells into the fire.

At that, he drew his cooking knife and used it to flip the steak.

His chef knife, though sharp and keen on its blade, had a wide back which he used to crush the nuts with a few quick blows. Scooping up the fine pieces, he sprinkled them over the top of the steak, then pressed them in with the flat of the knife, making the meat sizzle but not ooze juice. The salt and the heat of the grill had seared in the juices.

"How done would you like it?"