Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'This is... this is... I don't even have words for what this is. It's TENDER. It just melts. It's FLAVORFUL—there are layers of taste I didn't know existed. The herbs are singing. The meat is dancing. The outside is CRUNCHY but the inside is SOFT and how did burning meat make it BETTER?! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!'ฅᨐฅ
He took another bite.
Then another.
Then he was just eating, eyes closed, making small satisfied sounds that were almost embarrassing.
Faelyn was grinning so hard her face hurt. "So... you like it?"
Roshan, mouth full, nodded frantically. He couldn't even speak. Just kept eating with the enthusiasm of someone who'd just discovered the meaning of life.
He finished the piece.
Looked at her.
Looked at the remaining meat.
Back at her.
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'Can I have more? Is that rude? I want MORE. I want to eat ALL OF IT—'ฅᨐฅ
Faelyn handed him another piece.
He ate it even faster.
Then stopped mid-chew.
