The last time he'd been able to go north his grandma had taught him how to make it. Because she knew he loved it and felt like he would be able to have the time and the permission to use the compound kitchen that way. Still, he was glad she had for this moment. So Pete nodded. To both questions.

"Usually just with sticky rice." He let out a sigh then started to rattle off things they'd need to make it. It was not going to be anything like what Vegas was used to.

And yes, he had said they needed pork blood and intestines.