Bon Vivant
Legacy Name: Bon Vivant

"No. Not a chance in hell."

"C'mon. I've been working on this recipe for weeks now! When's the last time you had a home-cooked meal?"

"I saw you put radroach in there."

Wyatt sighed, shoulders falling in a dejected manner as he lowered the ladle back into the pot. He turned to offer a look of ill-concealed hurt at his companions blunt refusal to try the fruits of his labor.

"Radroaches have plenty of health benefits and they're a very good source of protein."

Charon remained unconvinced, glaring distrustfully at the simmering liquid.

"And the mirelurk claws?"

"It's shellfish, for crying out loud. Full of omega-3! Good for hair and skin-" Wyatt stopped himself with a wince of apology, a derisive snort quick to follow from Charon.

"Dogmeat liked it."

"Dogmeat would eat you if you stayed still long enough."

Not to be deterred, Wyatt shook his head briskly and barreled on.

"Trust me, it'll taste better than you think it will will. Just one sip! That's all I ask and if it's terrible, I'll never ever ask you to try any of my dishes ever again," the plea tumbled out of his mouth with barely a breath between the words, clasping work roughened hands together in a beg. Maybe he even threw in some puppy dog eyes for good measure. Looking extra pathetic had always worked in the vault.

"I'm not worried about taste, I'm concerned about my likelihood of survival," the ghoul muttered but he elbowed Wyatt aside regardless and grabbed the ladle to take a sip.

Wyatt made every effort to not look nervous as he awaited the verdict, picking at his faded blue and yellow jumpsuit, sneaking anxious glances every other second. Charon took is sweet, sweet time to make his decision, possible only to make his employer sweat a little.

Eventually, he grabbed a bowl and filled it with the soup, wandering off to the other side of camp without and word and leaving Wyatt to his small victory.

Another successful recipe for the book!