Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140612151358

He blinked open his eyes, having drifted off. The food smelled...divine. A small chuckled escaped him as he stood. In all of his years of eating Umbra's or Cobalt's food, Nox had never called it 'divine'. Delicious, yes, but never something of holy value.

And here he was, thinking that the smell alone made it able to be worshipped.

He sat down at the table, and looked at it. It looked just as good as it smelled...and once he took a spoonful, decided it tasted better. The spiced beef was just tender enough to melt on the tongue, and the broth had soaked up some of the juices...he closed his eyes, chewed, and swallowed. A small sound of contentment escaped him, a sound to most cooks that would be better than a recommendation.

Then proceeded to begin eating the stew calmly...if a bit hurridly.