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They say that a good chef puts a little bit of themselves in every dish they make. Whoever they were probably meant love and care. In the strange case of Flarefeather it was a bit more literal. She really doubted that the mysterious 'they' had ever considered what she did.

"Ahh!" the phoenix called out, taking a breath as she hunched over at her counter. The first part was always the worst of it all. Huffing, she gritted her beak and put her weight behind it. Bone cracked and flesh parted under the heavy blade. Her arm dropped limply to the counter as she slumped. Reeling from the sharp pain of chopping her own limb off. Sitting up slowly, she grabbed the loose end of bandage hanging from the end of her counter. Flare snapped it around her stump with the practiced ease, wrapping it up tight before cutting the extra bandages off.

With her wound tended to, she refocused her attention on the order that hung on the pass. Wing stir fry coming right up.

Sliding her pan onto the cooking ring, she fired it up with a kick. Quickly throwing in bunches of prepared ingredients. Without a second hand to work the spatula, she had to rely heavily on her ability to flick and shuffle the pan to stir things. Beak clicked and low whistles slipped from the phoenix hen, counting out when to add the next heaping helping of goodies. Working her way through the veg and building the sauce up before throwing her arm in there.

Flare rocked back as flames jetted from the wok as she shuffled it around. Under the intense heat, the feathers rolled and wilted, each one adding to the flame as they burned up. Little pops and flares that only added to the flavor as she worked the wok quickly over the flames.

Tucking the handle in the crook of her arm, she expertly tossed the seasonings and other ingredients in as they needed. Rocking her entire body to keep tossing the meal as it sizzled away merrily. Her head angled one way then the other as she looked down at the dish to see if it was missing anything. Nope, looked like it was all ready for serving. One thing she'd learned ages ago was that mise en place was the most important part of her prep work. Got understandably difficult to chop things at times.

Giving the wok one last flick, she turned the entire thing over onto the plate. A quick check of plating and a wipe of her towel along the rim was good enough. Flare shoved it to the pass, "Service!"

Ryan, her partner in this little culinary venture, strode into the kitchen and gave the dish a once over with his critical eye. Despite wearing something semi-casual, just a button down shirt with the top button undone and a pair of slacks, the harpy eagle might as well have been wearing a custom tailored suit for how he carried himself. "Another masterpiece," his baritone rumbled across her, "I'm certain the guest will enjoy." He flashed a wink and swept the dish up, balancing it on his feathered fingers as he sauntered out.

Wiping out the wok, she set it aside and turned off the burner before padding over to the door and peering through. The restaurant was small, barely a dozen seats and even on their busiest nights only a few of them were ever filled. It was still more than a little odd to think that she could run such a successful business operating on word of mouth alone.

Ryan had been one of her first, well consumer would be the only proper word, and it had been his idea to start up this venture. They'd found a little place and rented it out. She wasn't entirely sure how he got word about it out, but people trickled in and out all day. A great many would look at the menu and pick something regular enough. As good as her regular meals might be, that's not what they were known for. Although she did make a killer mac and cheese. No, what most people came for were the dishes that involved bits and pieces of herself.

A smile flicked over her beak as she looked out in the dining room from her perch. Ryan had dropped the plate off and ventured back to his little area by the bar. The pair of guests that had ordered the stir fry were digging in already, drawing some strange glances from one of the other guests as they casually chatted about something or other while pulling bits of steaming meat from the arm. Her tail feathers twitched as the new customer looked from the stir fry to his own meal and out to the kitchen.

Oh she couldn't help it. Flare nudged the kitchen door open and stepped out just enough to let the diner see her in full. Apron stained by sauces and a little singed around the edges, clothing as neat as they could be, and her arm still bandaged up. A funny little thrill raced through her as she saw the color drain from the hound's face. She met him with a warm smile and a tilt of her head. Yes, that was her arm that she was eating, but he hadn't ordered anything from her special menu, so his chicken tenders weren't quiet the phoenix fingers some people got.

She looked over the rest of the cafe and immediately locked eyes with Ryan. He angled his head ever so slightly to give her one of his intense looks, drawing a sheepish smile from the phoenix as she backed into the kitchen again. From her little window, she could see him swooping in to talk with the hound. Probably explaining some things to him and offering a discount on the sampler. Glancing down at her hand, she flexed the fingers and wondered how many she could go without before having to step into the furnace Although, she thought to herself as she kicked a leg up onto a table and looked over it, her thighs were looking pretty tasty today if she did say so herself.

"Checking out the goods?" Ryan leaned against the door and perked his brows at her.

Flare flashed him a smile and lifted her leg straight up, body rolling until her legs formed a perfect line, "Thinking they're looking particularly good today, don't you think so?" She held the pose for a long moment, letting the eagle's eyes roam over her shapely thighs as she smiled. As usual, she wore a pair of tight fitting shorts that hugged her body, letting those legs feel the air. Yellow feathers highlighting the red plumage as toned muscles shifted under them. "So, does he want anything special?" she asked as she swept her leg over the taller raptor's head before dropping it to the immaculately clean kitchen floor.

"Dessert." Flare couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at that, there were no dessert dishes featuring a dash of phoenix. "Nothing special, just a brandy and bit of cake to go with it." He pointed towards the individual cakes she had set aside. He brushed past her and tossed an almost too casual, "Oh, and before I forget. Jean Pierre was coming in tonight and asked if you have perfected the Phoenix Bourguinon yet."

Beak clacked as she breathed out a huff, "Of course he'd ask about that." She glanced at her shoulder and rolled it before looking at the other, trying to judge which would be a better roast today. "Never get it good enough for that French pig."

Ryan slipped a cake into the salamander, "Flare, manners." Craning his head, the eagle tried to split his attention between the cake and the phoenix.

She huffed at him as she flicked the front of her apron down, peeling her shirt off. "What? He's French, he's a pig, and he'll never be satisfied by what I've got to serve." Reaching for her knife, she twisted her head around to look at her shoulder, trying to get a good judge on where to slice it up.

Pulling the cake from the salamander, he held it aloft. "Accurate or not, you know he is one of our best regulars. I'll be back in a minute to help you with that."

Flare sighed as she slipped her head onto her arm, laying there as her tail feathers fanned slowly behind her with soft little grumbles. It was only a moment before Ryan returned, rolling up his sleeves slowly. He grabbed a poncho from a rack and pulled it into place. "You know, I could cook the best Bourguinon and he'd never acknowledge it," she put on her best accent, "cauz iz nawt Franch."

"Well," he started as he slid the a knife from her roll and ran it along the honing steel, "It could always be worse, you know?" Fingers pressed to her bared back. "Here?"

Shaking her head, she waved her hand, "Little lower. Lower, yeah right about there. And pray tell me how it could be worse."

He kept his touch light as he measured out the size of the piece he'd need to take, "Well, he could always be asking for bouillabaisse." Flare would have laughed and made some comment about how she kept too clean to ever be fishy enough, but the knife dug into her shoulder. Sharp as it was, it was only a dull tug before pain flared through her.

Biting at her wrist, the phoenix took a shuddering breath and focused. Slow, even breathing pushed against the pain as he worked the knife around her shoulder. While she was a far cry from your typical bovine, there was enough meat left there from her earlier prep to give a decently sized roast. Body shifted as Ryan's hands pushed at her lightly, guiding her around so he could get to different areas on her. That carving knife readily slicing through her flesh as he got the part they needed. Good thing she kept those things beyond razor sharp, and that she'd taken the time to teach him how to butcher properly.

Didn't take long before he dropped the roast into a pan, pressing a kitchen towel to her side and holding it there. He didn't even ask if she wanted to be bandaged or not. Fingers ran over her face, checking her eye. She stared up at him for a moment, trying to focus on his face. Without a word, he slipped an arm over his shoulder and lifted the phoenix. Even with his skilled hands, there was only so much of her body that she could loose so quickly without getting a little woozy. Flare giggled softly as she slumped against him and shuffled alongside.

"Up ya go," He shifted his grip and picked her up. Flare swayed against him and dropped her head against his shoulder as she was hefted and slipped into something. "I'll get everything started up while you rest. Five minutes?"

She lifted a hand and gave a thumbs up, "Sounds good, chief!" A bump changed the angle of what she was laying on, the phoenix rolling with the push to fall into the heat. Heavy door thumped shut and she heard the familiar sound of a dial being twisted followed by the rush of gas as it rushed up the lines to feed the flames. Flare huffed as the preheated oven quickly grew hotter by the second. Feathers began to waft as the heat grew to nearly unbearable levels around her. Huffing, she arched off the metal as the industrial oven did what it did best and hit combustion point within mere moments.

Ryan glanced up as a dull, wooshing thump sounded from the depths of the oven. Pulling his sleeve back, he checked his watch. Sure enough, five minutes before she was done. The door rattled and shook for a moment before falling open, releasing a wave of raw, staggering heat. The eagle narrowed his eyes and turned his head away as Flare rolled out, her feathers literally growing from the raw heat. "Hot hot hot!" She flipped out of the oven, seeming to waft in the air for a moment before landing lightly on her feet. The phoenix took a deep breath, that glow growing before fading sharply as she released the breath. "Much better," Flare stretched and held out both hands in front of herself, counting out the feather fingers. All ten this time, good. "Should really make that handle easier to grab in there," she shot over her shoulder as she flicked the door shut.

"We did, but it melted off remember?" Ryan turned away from the table and held out a new set of shorts and a shirt for her.

Flare took the shorts and wiggled into them, "Not melted so much as just went poof with one regeneration." She breathed out a sigh and turned to flick her shorts up against him before fastening the pants. Ryan let his hand slide across her rear, drawing a soft coo from the mythical bird as she smiled back at him, taking her shirt to pull it on.

Ryan let his beak slide against her neck briefly, "Should get back up front and check on our guests." He planted a little nip to her shoulder before slipping off with a sly smirk and a glimmer in his eyes.

She waved a hand as she began to gather the things she needed for the roast. "Yeah, I see how it is. Get me all hot and then go up there to take care of other people." Flare rolled her head and breathed out a puff of steam towards him, her body still rather warm to the touch. "Just leave the woman in the kitchen where she makes everything with her blood, sweat, and sometimes even tears," came the tease as she began to prep.

As things stood, with Pierre coming by this evening, she wouldn't have time for a proper prep and slow cook. There were a few ways to bypass everything. Pressure cooker helped, but no he'd smell that a mile off. Sous vide would take far too long, but she and Ryan had talked about what it'd be like to try that before. Even went so far as to look up some of those latex vac bag things. Only problem would be that it'd take the better part of a week and she doubted she could handle it for that long. Bits and pieces she'd done, and that had gone over well enough though.

Breathing out a low sigh, she grabbed her cooker and went to work. Hybrid method then, but she needed to pull out a few tricks to get him satisfied. Was gonna take every trick she had in her arsenal to get this done right!

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"This is absolutely hopeless." Flare was slumped against the counter, head resting in her hands as she glared daggers at the oven that was merrily cooking away. "No way in hell he's gonna have anything but complaints about this. The bourbon was bad. The meat wasn't cooked right. He can test the pressure cooker." She waved her hands about, "Any number of things!" Dropping against the counter, she just laid her head as flat as she could without looking away from the oven.

Large hands dropped to her shoulders and began to massage her knotted muscles. Flare groaned as Ryan quickly began to work his magic, drawing little huffs from the phoenix. "I don't know, it's looking really good to me." His head feathers crested, a couple stray popping up like ears, "Or are you starting to doubt my choice of burgundy?"

Flare let out a shuddering groan as he hit a particularly tense spot. "Fuck no, I wouldn't doubt that." She stretched out and narrowed her eyes with a low huff, practically laying on the counter now. Heaving a sigh, she looked back at the eagle behind her. "Any guests out there?"

He shook his head, "None. Don't have anyone scheduled until dinner, and the chime would sound for any walk ins."

Even with her body still fresh from the oven, she was a knotted mass of tension. It wasn't that she wanted to truly impress Pierre. Yes, he was a blogger and had always endorsed her place for its unique cuisine, plus he came around on a regular basis. It was just a matter or pride right now. She had to get him to say that her stuff was the best he'd ever had. Especially after everything she put into each dish she made.

Chest heaved with a sigh as she looked back at Ryan. Hooking her thumb into her shorts, she pushed them down a bit as her tail flicked up. "Want to help me unwind?"

Ryan's hands swept down her sides and over her hips, pushing those shorts down. "Thought you'd never ask." He flashed her a smile as her began to unbutton his shirt, dropping smoothly to a crouch behind her as a low coo rolled up his beak.

Breathing out a soft huff, Flare stepped out of her shorts and rolled her top. Shirt inching higher as her own hand moved up to stroke a breast. Her thin beak clicked as he rubbed the smooth edge of his beak up between her legs. Slow little nuzzles and nudges as his fingers kneaded her thighs. He was always so good with his fingers. Didn't matter if he he was working out a knot in her back or getting her off, the eagle seemed to know just where to put them. Despite how warm she still was from the oven, she felt warmth flush through her as his fingers rubbed over the edges of her pussy. Gently stroking her labia before spreading her folds ever so slightly so his tongue could slide into her. Just a little lick, getting a taste of a part of her so very few actually did.

The fact that his beak rubbed so vigorously against her drew gasps from the phoenix hen, cheeks flushing as she grabbed the counter. Feathered fingers sought something to grab a hold of as the larger male's beak vibrated with lustful rumbles. Her thighs squeezed against his head as he nuzzled. Ryan twisting his head just far enough to nip at her thighs, making her gasp and jerk her hips in surprise as her tail feathers leapt upwards.

Ryan drew back and worked his fingers across her outer lips. Kneading her thighs and letting the very end of his thumbs spread her open to show those glistening lips. "Still steaming a bit." He dipped his tongue into her again, deeper this time and coaxing a groan from her as she shimmied and shifted against the counter. Standing smoothly, he worked the buckle on his belt open. "Why don't we cool you down?"

Slacks were opened just enough to fish out his cock. Tip nudging her entrance as he stepped up behind her. Flare arched with a cry as he drove into her, spreading her (once again) virgin body around his thickness. Ryan breathing out a beak-chattering hiss as her tight heat spread around him.

The phoenix was right on the verge of being too hot to safely handle, but he had experience with her. An hour or so out of the oven was safe enough to stick body parts in without any lasting harm.

Both hands curled around her waist and drew her back into his shallow, quick thrusts. There was no telling how long it'd be until a customer came in and better to be quick for now than be caught with him giving her a cream filling. Had that happen once before and it gave the guest some unwelcome ideas about what it meant to 'eat' Flare for dinner. He'd told that particular guest that if they wanted that they could go a few blocks over. Although she had offered the guest to spit roast her. Boy, he'd beat feet pretty fast when they brought out the skewer.

As much as he wanted to sit and think about it, there were more pressing matters at hand. Leaning over the counter, he pressed Flare into that cool metal surface as his hips bounced off hers. Low moans rose from her, growing louder by the moment as he pounded her so deep and hard. Sliding his hands under her top, he pushed her shirt out of the way. A shiver racing through her body as he pressed her breasts against the stainless steel before covering them with his hands. Warm fingers covered and rolled her nipples before letting the metal blast them again with its icy touch. Mashing his hips to hers, he pounded the sweet, sleek phoenix with enough force it was as if he was trying to dislodge the counter.

Her voice rose in pleasure, hips bucking back against his as best she could. Ryan hissed and twisted his head, biting at her exposed neck and shoulder. Never enough to break the skin, but enough to let her feel his beak slide against her flesh and pinch. He could feel that warmth flaring, the wetness clinging to his cock, the sweet sound of her body trying to draw his seed from him.

Curling a hand under her throat, he tilted her head back and opened his beak as wide as he could. Not to kiss her, no. He let his head come down, guiding her thinner, longer beak into his as if he were going to swallow her down.

If she could have screamed with her orgasm, Flare would have, but between the muscles of his crop and the hold on her head, her beak was shut tight. Hips slammed back against his as her honeyed fire coated his groin. A throaty hiss signaled his own climax, Ryan joining her in bliss as he pressed tight. Cock leaping to paint her pussy walls with his seed.

Ryan drew back slowly with a quiet huff. It was hard to keep from smiling as she pressed towards him with a slight whimper. Fingers combed over her feathered rump as he drew out, softening now that he'd spent his load in her where it belonged. Sliding back, he leaned against another counter and reached. Grabbing a kitchen towel, he ran it in the sink just enough to get it damp before starting to clean up. Flare looked over her shoulder at him with a smile, keeping that tail up to show off her still spread, creamed pie to him. "Should start getting ready for dinner service." He flashed a smile at her. "Although I was thinking that I might dine in tonight." Ryan craned his head back and scratched at his throat with a hum. "Ramen maybe? Been a while since I've had a good bowl."

To put it bluntly, Flare had been disappointed when he'd stopped before taking her head in too far. Not that he could take her too far, but it would have been fun to try. His mention of ramen sent a shiver through her body though, beak chattering as she let out a low huff. "Tease." Ryan chuckled and offered her the kitchen towel to clean up. She pondered it a moment before taking the offered cloth to wipe herself clean. Which meant that she kept her rear up as she wiped down, showing off to the male.

Beak clicked with sharp click as he fastened his shirt and checked the line of his pants. "Not a tease, my dear." A smile flashed at her, "Dinner reservation." A quick brush along his shirt and the harpy eagle was looking as smart as always, not even a feather out of place to betray what they'd been doing a moment ago. In a way, it was always disappointing how fast he reset himself after a good kitchen romp.

He was on her as she stood up, lifting her beak so he could run his tongue along it. "You're going to do great." Ryan flashed a smile at her and nipped her beak lightly as he crooned.

Flare shivered at the lick and flashed a smile, pressing towards him for just a moment before pulling away. He smiled and turned to go up front and get everything ready for dinner service. Dinner tended to be a bit more formal than lunches, if only because more reservations were called in then. Feeling much more relaxed, she started to get side dishes ready for their confirmed guest. If he was going to gripe about something then it'd be the grilled asparagus, not her roast.

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As it turned out, Pierre was their only guest that evening. The well groomed porcine taking the best seat in the house. He'd coaxed Flare and Ryan over to the table as well, Ryan sipping a bourbon and chatting easily with the guest while she nibbled on bits and pieces of some grilled meat. Chicken, not hers. She didn't eat herself, it got too weird to even think about that.

"Ah, I've got to say that you've outdone yourself tonight." He breathed out a low huff as he leaned back, taring down at the plate before him. "A part of me was worried that you wouldn't have time to roast it properly before I got here, but Ryan assured me that you would."

Flare leaned forward, "He did, did he?" She flashed him a look, but the eagle was busy with pouring their guest another glass.

Pierre nodded, "Oui." Taking the glass with a smile, he took a slow sip and swirled it slowly. "Meat was tender, sauce was tight, vegetables were..." he smacked his lips and chuckled. "Although a part of me does wonder if it's not the generous pouring that has gotten me so..." He rolled his shoulders, "UnFrench with my praise this evening." Picking up a bit of asparagus, he nibbled at it. "Ah, char is a little heavy there." He winked and flashed a smile towards her. He set his drink down, "Oh, should get home before Missus gets mad about being late."

Ryan was up in a flash, helping the boar to his feet, "Why don't you invite her along one evening? We would love to entertain her."

He waved a hand, "Ah, non. Will have to wait for a time." Pierre wrinkled his nose, "She has decided to go on a diet. All vegan for now. If she finds out that I am eating meat, much less..." he waved a hand towards Flare with an apologetic smile, "then she would serve me up on a plate next. Try to tell her that she is even more beautiful than the day I married her, but..."

The eagle gently guided the boar towards the steps. "Perhaps when her diet has ended, hmm? Could think of something rather lovely for the pair of you."

Flare wafted behind Ryan and Pierre, eager little flutters rolling through her stomach as they worked their way out slowly. "I have been working on a roast." She saw his ears lift as he glanced at her. "Whole roast," she offered, waving a hand up and down her body. "From neck down and everything." Ryan looked at her with a quick perk of his brows. It was something they'd talked about before but never beyond discussion. She could see him rolling it around in his head, pondering the logistics of everything. Flare flashed him a little smile and a wink.

A little snort came from the pig, "Ah do not tempt me, lest I show up again tomorrow." He reached into a pocket and pulled out his wallet, counting out a sizable number of bills. "Would have to if you ever figured out Peking Phoenix."

That made her eyes bounce a bit. Could she handle it? "That... would take a week of prep at least, special event," Ryan looked at her for confirmation.

Flare nodded, "I would need to get a recipe down that I like. Run a few smaller scale tests." Better to test on a duck and get some test meals with friends in before she went full size. Nothing worse than spending days in preparation only to wind up with something that was just alright.

"Of course, forgive me." He handed the money over and gave Ryan a brief hug and peck on the cheek, doing the same to Flare. "You will tell me if you perfect it, no?"

She gave his ear a nibble, "I will give you first dibs on it."

That had him grinning even larger, "Ah good. Now if you'll forgive me for eating and leaving. If my wife calls..." His brows arched ever so slightly.

Ryan had that one, miming lifting a phone. "Phoenix Books, how may I help you? Ah yes, he just left here, afraid he got lost in a new volume and a couple drinks." The eagle clicked his beak and grinned as his feathers lifted. "Sound good enough."

"Bon, thank you." The two started down the stairs, Flare slipping back to the kitchen to start working on Ryan's little dinner.

She had a pot of water on the boil already. Dipping the noodles in, she swirled the basket before starting on the rest. Broth she had in vast supply, fresh and frozen. As with any chef worth their salt she tended to make it up in large batches when she had some extra scraps. She'd gotten the dashi started before Pierre came in, since it needed a bit of time to do right. Now it was just a matter of pouring it over some homemade tare and adding a couple thawed bits of some phoenix broth. She knew just how subtle the flavor of dashi was, and normally the tare would be more than enough flavoring since it could overpower the softer broth. Just had to get a bit of herself in there, so to speak, before the main part of the meal.

Flare was just putting the noodles into the broth when Ryan returned, already starting to loosen his shirt. "Hey," she called out as he entered, sharp eyes peering at her curiously. "Send noods."The phoenix flashed a grin as she held up the basket, shaking them off before sliding into the broth.

"Cute," he chuckled as he moved to look at the bowl. It was larger than your typical ramen bowl, but nowhere large enough to house someone her sized. "You ready, m'lady?" he churred as he held up a hand.

Putting a hand on her chest, she fluttered her eyes, "Oh how gentlemanly." Reaching back, the phoenix tugged at her apron strings and pulled it off. Her clothes already off and folded up in the corner of the kitchen where Ryan could handle it later. She could feel his eyes sweep along her naked form as she approached. Adding that little extra sway to her hips as she flashed him a smile. Taking his hand, she stepped forward as the eagle dropped to a knee. From there it was just a step up and then swing around to sit on the sturdy, heavy door of the oven.

She sighed and laid out, wiggling into the oven's already toasty interior, "You know, this is usually a lot easier when I'm woozy from bloodloss."

"Or when you're bound up and ready for roasting, hmm?" He flashed a smile. "Need to figure out some butcher twine bondage perhaps for when you want to do a whole roast. Or for when you want to try that Peking Phoenix, hmm? Just imagine hanging there upside for for a bit."

Flare couldn't help but shiver as she laid back and stared up at the burners, "Couldn't hang upside down for too long, I'd pass out."

Ryan rolled his shoulders, "It'd make some things easier wouldn't it?" He smiled at her and clicked his beak with a kissing noise, "See you in a few there, Sweetmeat." There was always something odd about shutting someone in an oven. Doubly so about cranking up the dial and listening to the gas rushing up the lines. Logically, he knew that Flare would be more than okay when she got out, but it didn't stop it from feeling a little Hannibal Lector.

While the cook was busy cooking, he turned his attention to the ramen. Adding a few pickled peppers and going to get an egg. The broth was warm, not enough to poach an egg, but that'd change soon enough. He just set it aside to let it warm up to room temp while he gently stirred the noodles. Just get that flavor mixed up before adding the last bits.

Unlike earlier, it didn't take Flare nearly as long before the oven door began to bang and rattle. Head tilted towards it as he watched the latch rattle before she knocked inside. "Help! Can't get it open." Letting out a chuckle, he balanced the bowl in one hand and walked over to turn the dial back and popped the door.

Embers rolled up from the open door, racing to the ceiling, as heat blasted him. Narrowing his eyes, Ryan turned his head and watched out of the corner of an eye as Flare dropped against the door with a gasp. The phoenix's body was still glowing with the raw heat of the oven and her regeneration, but she's shrunk drastically. Neither of them were entirely sure how, but she'd revealed a while back that when she regenerated she was able to somewhat control the size she came back at if she focused. Which, generally speaking, meant that she came back as her normal size since lack of blood or something else made her more than a little woozy. While she couldn't really go larger, she could go smaller. Much smaller in this case.

He slipped the bowl up towards the edge of the door, holding it for her. "Thank you," came the response, "Such a gentleman." Weird as it might seem, her voice hadn't changed despite being only a few inches tall now.

Strolling across the smooth metal, the glowing hot phoenix sat down on the edge before lowing herself into the bowl with a coo. Steam hissed around her legs and broth began to heat and bubble around her as she slipped further into the bowl. Balancing it on a hand, the eagle gathered up the last few things and carried her to their private table. Setting her down, he sank into his own chair.

First came the egg, cracked and dropped into the now boiling broth alongside her. A couple dashes of some oil, black garlic was his favorite, dotted the surface and phoenix. Flare squirmed on the noddles, trying to form something akin to a chair she could float back on. "Hey," he nudged her belly with the end of his chopsticks, "don't break up my egg, Lil Ms. Entree." Setting the sticks aside, he carefully poured himself a beer, "It's easily the second best part of the bowl."

Mindful of the poaching egg, the still warm phoenix leaned back in her improvised noodle nest. "So what's the best part of it?" she asked as she looked up at the gigantic eagle as he loomed over her.

Chopsticks were slipped into the bowl, diving into the broth between her legs. She let her beak chatter as the smooth wood rubbed against her inner thighs and whispered over her privates slowly. Rocking her head back, she let a moan roll out as the smooth noodles were lifted, gliding across her labia to the eagle's beak. Bobbing his head down, Ryan began to gladly shovel the steaming noodles and broth into his waiting craw, head bobbing as he worked down the first bit.

Beak snapped so close to her before he rocked back with a pleased huff, "The seasoning," he smirked, licking his lips as those sticks came in again, rubbing right over her pussy lips. His churr washed over her, "Used a bit of phoenix broth? I'm flattered, not something you break out too often." Smooth sticks swirled against her privates as he dipped them into the noodles again. Flare moaned as he rolled it up and down slowly, grinding her privates against the wood. Just a quick rub so he could grab the next bunch of noodles to draw up.

She had to grab onto the edge of the bowl as he lifted. Beak chattering as she felt those smooth noodles sliding across her. A deep huff sounded from the phoenix as they rubbed over her privates. Arching towards them, she made sure to get a good rub on, adding her own flavor as they slithered past her. Eyes narrowed with a quiet huff as she freed a hand to dip between her thighs, fingers brushing against her pussy before diving in.

Low pants growing louder as the warm broth crashed against her blazing insides, cooling them even as the liquid was brought to a near boil. The bubbling tickling her privates in ways that'd she'd never been able to replicate. Not even with her expensive shower head. Eyes narrowed as she let her body float there in the broth, spreading legs wider as her fingers rolled against her pussy lips.

Ryan swallowed the noodles and watched the little show, pants starting to tent a little as he watched Flare's fingers slide through her privates. Undoing his pants, he let his cock spring free and firm up in the warm kitchen air. Picking the bowl up, he tipped it ever so slightly to let that rich broth roll down his gullet. The phoenix gasped as her bath was tilted, dropping towards the beak. She kicked a foot out and stopped herself from going too far towards it, spreading her legs wider to show off her privates to the male as she crooned at him.

Bowl rocked back, letting her float towards the rim again. Smiling at the eagle, she lifted one of the pickled peppers with her toes, offering it to him. Ryan's warm breath washed over her as he leaned back in, running his tongue over her toes slowly with a breathy coo.

His tongue slithered over her foot, around the pepper, drawing it up towards his beak where she dropped it down his gullet. The eagle let his beak slide forward, pointed tip of his hook grazing over her belly ever so lightly. Her wet plumage tried to ruffle as she shivered, fingers parting her pussy lips as his tongue bathed her petals. Easing across her lips before diving into her tunnel. She gasped and arched towards him, thighs quaking before spreading wide as she groaned happily. Beak clapping as the phoenix squirmed before him, clenching at his tongue as he licked over her inner walls.

Just a little, enough to get a sample before drawing away. He breathed out a low purr and rocked back, hand falling to his lap to stroke his cock slowly. Feathered fingers playing over the shaft and up to the tip. Gently spreading precum along the length as he crooned at her.

She looked up at him and smiled as the chopsticks came towards her again. A flick of the chopsticks broke the poached egg, spilling the runny yolk into the bowl. Her brows lifted as the sticks came towards her, sliding around her chest. Ryan was gentle with them as he gripped her middle and some more noodles, swirling them together ever so slightly in the yolk. Well made noodles looped around legs and arms, keeping her from squirming too much as he gently gripped the bundle with the sticks. Bound by noodles and covered by egg, Flare held onto the smooth chopsticks as she was lifted up, legs dangling in the air as his beak opened wider.

A flick dropped her and the noodles into his beak, tongue rolling over the slippery food as she rolled around in his mouth. Bracing her feet, she held on as he tilted his head back to slurp everything down. His tongue batting against her and rolling between her legs.

Cheeks flushed as she let go, wrapping arms around the tongue and arching against it. Opening her own beak to lick against his as she ground over the muscle. Low pants turning into higher pitched moans as the slender muscle squirmed against her, rolling her around his beak. Suckling on the tip of his tongue, she shivered as she felt her orgasm building. That slow knotting in her gut spreading into a fluttering warmth that spread through her frame. Giving his tongue a kiss, she slipped her legs out and let go, head falling back as she fell down into his gullet. The feeling of muscles sliding over and around her drawing a low shriek from the phoenix as her climax shuddered through her miniature frame.

Ryan bobbed his head a few times as he felt that squirming lump work its way down his throat. A few little bobs and a swallow sending his chef and partner down into his belly. Tossing his head back, he followed her with a hearty swallow of ice cold beer. "Ah," he smacked his beak, "best part of the bowl." Licking his lips, he snapped his chopsticks against the bowl a few times. Tilting the bowl back, he let the rest slide down his gullet quickly before rocking back with a pleased burp and a pat of his belly.

Hand wrapped around his cock and stroked quickly, feeling the phoenix squiring around within his belly. A groan rolling up the eagle's throat, building into a frantic grunt as hips jerked. Cum jetting to spill across bared chest and belly. Head fell back to the chair as he huffed deeply. "Wonderful meal, Flare. Still make the greatest bowl of ramen I've ever eaten." He wasn't sure if she heard, but she was settling down. Stroking his own belly, he cast a glance towards the oven. By the morning, she'd be back and working in the kitchen again, ready for the next day.

A smile crossed his beak as he stood up and scribbled out a note. "Maybe sausage in the morning?" He scrawls the note on the white board before depositing his bowl in the sink. He could get that in the morning, along with the rest of the pots and pans. It was their way. She handled dinner and he'd do clean up, usually in the morning.

Ryan's beak stretched in a yawn, a hint of steam rolling up as he let out a soft burp. "Good meal," he muttered to no one in particular as he turned out the lights and headed for the little loft apartment attached to their secret cafe.