We had dinner after my lesson with Lapia was done.
Sauteed liver with onions, seaweed, potatoes, and mango. In one dish.
I obliterated the meal to the point my plate looked like it had just come out of a dishwasher.
It was a religious experience.
Having taken the turn to cook, Bromisnar had a proud smile on his face across the table.
I am marrying this man, I thought while contemplating the experience and looking at him. Or find the way to achieve immortality and keep him around for the rest of my life.
While machinating a plan to acquire six pretty powerful pebbles spread across the cosmos to grant the Satyr eternal life, my stomach rumbled. Loudly.
Bonte chuckled. "That good, huh?" He teased.
I nodded, stood up, and took my plate to the kitchen to get seconds.
The sweet and bitter taste of the meal was just delightful. The caramelized onions did wonders, and the potatoes did a spectacular job to unite the flavors with a healthy- but not to overbearing- push from the mango.
