The Alien Princess Called Earth Food Primitive Until Single Dad C

Humming pot, the human only smiled, Sheffield I grant, single father, former field cook of the Terran Expeditionary Corps, stood calmly in the center of the Zerati Palace kitchen, surrounded by Onyx counters, floating crystal utensils, and one very skeptical alien princess. But Eli didn't bow, didn't stammer, didn't even glance up as the kernels began to pop faster, filling the room with a strange, hypnotic rhythm, pop dash pop dash pop, a guard twitched, is it detonating. Nah, it's just corn, steam hissed as he lifted the lid, a wave of buttery Roma spread across the hall, warm golden, intoxicating, the air shimmered, even the sterile glow of the palace lights seemed to soften under the smell. It was about what it meant, because the same people who could take a useless seed and make it explode into something beautiful, could take a dying world and make it live again. When the empress herself demanded to know what had shaken her daughter's composure, Varene only said this, the human made fire.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.