Almost Ready

We continued to sniff the air and follow the trail of the pepper air. Eventually we came across a man grilling in the middle of the forest. He had a red checkered apron and a look on his face that suggested he was expecting us. "You came just in time." He said. "For what?" Olivia asks. He chuckles slightly. "For dinner of course." "I think you have us mistaken for someone else." I say. He furrows his brow. "Didn't you two want steaks?" Olivia and I glance at each other. "We did-" "Good. It's almost ready."