Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Iron Harbour

The morning of the day for the two disguised Sirens went on rather normally. Having disposed of their traces by bringing the laptop back to where they found it, they joined breakfast after having to search for a location for a minute. Luckily everything had waypoints so they at least found it without asking. They lightened their mood and after a coffee, which Elma seemed to surprisingly enjoy, the two were fully awake at last. 

Elma reluctantly had to wear the jacket she so dreaded but she had to endure that to not have a big sign pointing at her that showed that she doesn’t belong here at all. The two were alone for the moment but that soon changed when voices became louder.

The other members of the Northern Parliament fleet, along with the residents of the base, came into the room a few seconds later. The destroyers of course took the lead with the others following given their childish nature.

“Morning you all.” Elma called out as they all entered. The shipgirls seemed surprised at first but then replied the same to all. Cleveland was pleasantly surprised at how Elma actively engaged the people around her given she wasn’t known to particularly like them.

“We already set the tables.” Cleveland added and all of them seemed surprised. They did in fact do that before. Each table had exactly what they would need for every circumstance they would find themselves in. 

“Thank you two.” Tirpitz giggled as she sluggishly sat down at their table. She didn't even sit up straight, she just slumped into it. Something entirely disrespectful to what Ironblood in their militaristic values used to represent. She didn’t even wear her hat. “Usually the destroyers...or more Z25 set them. She also cooks for us…no that is wrong. All the destroyers cook for us. Even I occaisionally do but I am not as culinary experienced as some of them. What we get from the main island is barely even a full meal anymore so we have begun to grow our own stuff.”

“You are just environmentally friendly.” Giggled Gangut as she passed them. She sat down at some random chair and threw her jacket on it. “Alright, what is there to chew on here?”

“Well just your standard breakfast with everything you need for it.” One of the destroyers answered. “Although Mett is over there and can only stay out for a while until we have to put it away again.”

“The hell is mett?” Gangut asked as she was confused. This confusion was shared by all the non Ironblood ships. Even Cleveland had only vaguely heard of this and that was the only reason she knew it was even food.

“It’s edible raw meat. We freeze it down and eat it for breakfast. Usually on a bun. It’s quite delicious.” Tirpitz explained with the voice of a teacher. She smiled and patted her belly before she went to make herself some food.

“That doesn’t sound like it’s supposed to be.” Thought Cleveland as she heard that explanation of this raw meat. She knew raw meat wasn’t fit to eat and even if, after months of storage it would still go bad. Neither did she like the idea of eating raw meat at all.

*It is though, like Sushi. Mett is a preparation of minced raw pork, although beef is also used, that is popular inIronblood and it’s neighbouring regions. It is normally served with salt and black pepper, and sometimes with garlic, caraway or chopped onion, and eaten raw, usually on a bread roll.  By law requires that no more than 35% of the mett be constituted by fat.*

Cleveland stared at the little Observer that simply sat on the table. She was the only one that could see her so the sight made her smile. “Since when are you a meat expert?”

*The Internet.*

“Fair enough.” Cleveland exhaled and didn’t pressure on further. All around her the people began preparing and making their buns to eat. She had already done so before and ate a bit, even if she noticed she ate a lot more than she managed when she was still a ship already. And she was still hungry. However she still decided against eating this raw meat.