Magdala had only been peckish before, but now she was downright famished. Who wouldn’t be, when they were sniffing such wonderful scents wafting through the air? First it had been the fattiness of pork being seared. And then it was the addition of a thick honey sauce combining with the richness of the meat. And then, and then, the softer glutenous scent of angelic rice grains, and the earthy sweetness of vegetables sautéing in butter, then various spices simmering away in a pot… such a rich perfume that tickled at each of Magdala’s well-honed senses by every passing minute.
She reminded herself to be patient as she rolled slowly upon the thick rug, the smell enough to distract her even from the book on medieval tales that she had found upon Lilin’s shelves. “I’m hungry. I’m very hungry,” Magdala tried to intone as though practising the right phrases to make dinner even more appealing. She had folded her arms together to rest a dainty chin upon them, golden eyes peering at her faint reflection upon the wall to ceiling windows. “When will dinner be ready?” she mumbled to herself, mimicking the petulance of a child.
The creature jumped up upon the melodic call of her dear friend and benefactor, the sparkle in her eyes the clearest sign of her excitement. With large strides she made her way to the dining room, and hopped into the seat. Her mouth parted slightly upon observing the array of dishes upon the table, so prettily presented on rustic plates, glossy, steaming, and terribly fragrant. She had already picked up the knife and fork, the gathering of saliva in her mouth threatening to spill over her chin. Magdala had always been a bit of a gluttonous creature, after all.
“Can I start? May I start?” she asked a little too hurriedly, and once given the bemused OK she dug in, sending two large pieces of pork into her mouth at once. Oh, the flavour was simply exploding upon her tastebuds, setting off firework-like endorphins in her brain. She shovelled some rice as well, chewing with both cheeks full as a hamster, lips smeared with sauce and grains sticking upon her chin. “Deshous,” Magdala evaluated with a series of firm nods in her friend’s direction.
꧁𓊈 ♛◦∘⊰The adoration that could be felt in the soft melodies of the chuckle which bubbled within the confines of her slender throat could only hint to the swell of her heart at her beloved friend’s enthusiasm for tonight's feast... all the while in eagerness, still trying to be polite. Lilin had made sure that no expense would be spared for such an evening, after all... it’d been years since she’d last seen Mags, the time gap a little hard to gauge as did most things in the lifespan of someone seemingly frozen in time, but the sense of it on her being and her memory felt entirely too long since she’d had her dear friend here. So~! as per her love language, gifts were to come.
Unable to containl the soft pull of her lips as that warming smile curled against exquisite features, Lilin filled her plate. Grabbing a little of everything, but mostly the pork which took the bulk of her culinary efforts. Unwilling to wait any longer with the risks of the small amounts of energy still trapped within the luxurious meal simply evaporating away into the world. Her knife cutting through the meat as one would slice, boiling hot, through butter. Though lacking Magdala's enthusiasm, Lilin thoroughly enjoyed every forkful, every sip. Finding that the company only seemed to boost the pleasure of such cuisine.
" So tell me my love, we last saw each other...'' those hues advertising as she pondered on the time once again. A century? A couple centuries. " Hm... I can't quite recall, but last I vaguely remember you with a cute thing. I think you were only keeping them around for the free room and board. Catch me up, how is life treating my favorite arachnid? " ∘◦𓊉꧂
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