[It does smell pretty good, that Slaine eagerly agrees to, as he raises his own spoon to dip past the surface of his soup. Watching her blow at the meal has him biting his lower lip. When was the last time he smiled this much? His face is starting to hurt...as if the muscles are trying to remember how to work properly again.
He blows on his own spoonful gently, much more adept at doing so, before he pops it in his mouth. It feels...good to eat. It's so much easier to do so this time, with her as his dinner companion. It's been awhile since he's eaten with someone too, hasn't it?]
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He blows on his own spoonful gently, much more adept at doing so, before he pops it in his mouth. It feels...good to eat. It's so much easier to do so this time, with her as his dinner companion. It's been awhile since he's eaten with someone too, hasn't it?]
How is it?