Texture of tongues aside, the middle step there of clearing my tastebuds was a good idea. Allows me to enjoy the next thing fully for what it was, turning this into more of an event than just a quick meal.
He managed to preserve lots of the aspects of digging right into a fresh kill while also managing to turn it into a proper cooked and seasoned dish. He is very skilled and I guess that does deserve a kind word or two.
"You can have as much of it as you want, no need to stop at half."
I glare at her while plating some of it and pushing it over her way. She could at least pretend like she isn't getting full *just* watching me.
"It's delicious. Thank you. Now you try it."
"...Alright. I'll let him know you praised it. He was worried."
"...Why?"
"Well, that you ran off weeks ago because you didn't appreciate his cooking."
> Ugh. The look on her face. I can't tell if she is kidding - or this is a real thing a man I never met said… and she just finds it amusing. <
