The Black Skipping Mountain Goat had been cleaned, and was placed into a roasting area that was obscured by wooden boards. All of the employees from Ricky's Rotisserie had retreated off to the side. This was a contest between the two chefs. From the smoke rising from behind the wooden boards, everyone could see that Ricky had already begun roasting.
Everyone then turned to look at Mag. He hadn't covered up his roasting rack, but he wasn't using it, either. Instead, he set the cubes of beef aside after rubbing them with a bunch of unidentifiable condiments. At present, he was stirring together a bunch of condiments with a serious expression as if he were creating some type of sauce.
"What's the owner of Mamy Restaurant doing? Why hasn't he started roasting meat yet?"
"I know, right? He looks to be mixing something, but as far as I know, roasting meat doesn't require all that many condiments. Is it really a wise choice to spend so much time on this?"
