The Cosmic Chronicle

Pril Xanx Good afternoon, Chef Quorl. May I boldly begin: why here, amid steam clouds and ferroliete fields, would you open a restaurant?
Chef Quorl Ah, dear Xanx, where else can you find a natural lava-grill sizzling at a thousand degrees Celsius and a clientele that appreciates the aroma of lightly charred memories? This island just... does something to your palate. Everything here is more intense - even the mustard burners.
Pril Xanx And your kitchen: who are you cooking for, exactly? Humans, shadowfolk, maybe... robots?
Chef Quorl Uh, yes, all three, always different. The shadowfolk prefer airy flavors, something like an ethereal consommé. For robots... well, their taste software often crashes from the handmade magma sorbet. Humans? They just want spectacle and a reason to get lost here.
Pril Xanx But how does it actually work, cooking above an active lava flow?
Chef Quorl First: lots of oven mitts. Then, my Magne-Spatula 9000 - a family heirloom. You have to be quick, as your base recipe literally seeps away into the cracks. Honestly, sturdy footwear is essential.
Pril Xanx You seem pretty relaxed amidst all this layered chaos. What's your secret ingredient?
Chef Quorl Haha, don't panic. Everything you cook here gets noticed. My secret? Withered proclamation leaves - they soak up the local bureaucratic babble. You can taste the difference!
Pril Xanx What's the biggest challenge when cooking on Vulkancellus Aurora?
Chef Quorl Survival. Just kidding! Seriously, the mist banks from the bureaucratic sector are unpredictable. Sometimes your sauce solidifies midair. And plasma lamps have a habit of caramelizing your fresh ingredients during random short-circuits...
Pril Xanx Are there trends you interpret completely differently here?
Chef Quorl Fusion cuisine? Here, that literally means melting with the landscape. Last week I served a basalt bun with thermal glaze. Patrons asked if it was even legal.
Pril Xanx Are your guests never scared of those eruptions of forgotten visions?
Chef Quorl Oh no, most are hoping for a free flashback with dessert. It's considered a local delicacy.
Pril Xanx Do a lot of tourists come here specifically for your dishes?
Chef Quorl Absolutely! Some travel entire galactic sectors to taste the memory-fragment terrine. Though… they often get lost in the prism walks; fortunately, my cuisine offers direction.
Pril Xanx Do you have a favorite dish?
Chef Quorl Oh, that's tough. At the moment, I love my braised crystal flora with ferroliete crumbs, but the magnet-dough balls are always a universal hit.
Pril Xanx Has anything ever gone spectacularly wrong?
Chef Quorl Ha! The Magnetic Mist Soup, stardate 4422.19. The crowd literally floated above their seats for three hours. Now, all my advice comes with an anti-gravity component.
Pril Xanx Where do you find inspiration?
Chef Quorl The Pyrothron itself, whispered decrees from the past, and, if I'm lucky, from my daily memory cleansing. Inspiration’s never far - sometimes you're neck-deep in it.
Pril Xanx Can you reveal anything about future plans?
Chef Quorl Absolutely! Soon I'll launch a workshop, 'Cooking with Sediments of Melancholic Eruptions' - for anyone ready to move beyond molecular gastronomy.
Pril Xanx That sounds like pure innovation! One last question: what advice would you give to a young chef looking to start here?
Chef Quorl Remember: never trust recipes from the past. Don’t let yourself be tricked by mistbanks or ferroliete murmurs. Dare to experiment, even if reality briefly warps.
Pril Xanx Fantastic advice, Chef Quorl! May I finally taste dessert - before the lightcaves realign?
Chef Quorl Excellent idea, but beware: today I'm serving an eruption that might reintroduce the flavor of yesterday. *grins broadly*