"AH! An' there ya have it me love. We've the cod, the cheeses, yer barely, olive oil and garlic, eggs and..." she set the tray down as she spoke. His first real dinner in a thousand years and well, can you blame her for pulling out the stops? She'd done her research on Venician cod and found some. She'd set the table and lit the candles with her shaking hands. She'd even ordered him a big fat pepperoni pizza incase he didn't like any of it... tho maybe? It should have been a burger? Nah, his crew had gotten him one for his first lunch.
She set the tray next to the bowl of grapes and figs... but between them was a bowl, draped in a napkin? She kept eyeing it shyly, as if unsure to mention it in the list shed began to say, before happily stating
"-and fruit! Fit fer a Venician king this is!... and the pizza's on its way... apparently..."
💀 ── [ when he was first alive in Venezia, he was no king. he was even lesser in his afterlife ; a slave with no need for Earthly sustenance. in his mad diligence, he'd forgotten what a joy it was TO sustain! to feel a pang of hunger and satisfy it!
taste and smell are so VIVID now, the couple of foods and drinks he had already tried made him feel like, quote, ' those memes, the ones about medieval peasants trying doritos and shit. ' -- WHICH, he did try! Nacho cheese ; NOT what he assumed cheese tasted like.
his body had luckily started to adjust to its new, living state, allowing him to focus more energy on his excitement. every smell is tantalizing, and at the sight of such a nostalgic, elegant meal, he's not sure what to do with himself. turning his attention to her, the one who put it together, new smile lines frame the warmest grin. ]
“ Oh, Jessy ... ” [ is all he can manage at first, feeling tears well in his eyes. it's out of joy, but he doesn't want to worry her by crying at a time like this! ]
“ I'm getting so spoiled. This is so thoughtful, it's -- eheh, it's AMAZING, you're amazing! ” [ he gestures high with his hands ( in classic Italian fashion, ) starting to giggle like a child instead of cry. his emotions are all over the place, as one would expect. ]
“ You gotta get me on kibbles n' bits, 'cause if you keep pulling all the stops for me I'm gonna get FAT as hell! ”