"He must have some really good meat to wear that around," Param said with a giggle. She wasn't going to pry into who this Flexo was. The fact that he was massive compared to Kodi, and that he cooked enough to have an apron was details enough for her. A mental image of a massive, buff dude in an apron and chef's hat handling normal cooking utensils that looked tiny in their hands appeared next to the scrawny-in-comparison Kodi, and the contrast made Param giggle even more.
She watched him work his magic, eyeing up all of the food as it cooked and waited to be cooked. It all looked so good already, she was regretting eating the first piece he'd tossed to her so fast. Between the after taste of the home cooked meat and the smell coming from the grill, it was everything Param could do not the drool.
Param too the energy drink, and placed it next to her bowl. Between the mess all over the floor and the feeding of pizza to a plant, Param wasn't the least bit surprised canned beverages were the house favorite. She was curious as to how it tasted, though. The drink would wait until she needed it, though; she dug into the stir fry, hungrily slurping up the noodles. It was spicy, and delicious, and had all the flavors she couldn't name but loved.
"Sh'deshish," she moaned around a combination of noodles and meat, trying to tell him it was delicious. When the burning of the spice got just hot enough to start tingling the back of her throat, she stopped eating for a moment. Her eyes lifted to Kodi. "Could have been a little hotter," she said, wiping her face with what she hoped was a clean towel; she doubted they had any napkins. "I've been building a tolerance since crying through my nose, I'll have you know. It's only happened two other times."
She watched him work his magic, eyeing up all of the food as it cooked and waited to be cooked. It all looked so good already, she was regretting eating the first piece he'd tossed to her so fast. Between the after taste of the home cooked meat and the smell coming from the grill, it was everything Param could do not the drool.
Param too the energy drink, and placed it next to her bowl. Between the mess all over the floor and the feeding of pizza to a plant, Param wasn't the least bit surprised canned beverages were the house favorite. She was curious as to how it tasted, though. The drink would wait until she needed it, though; she dug into the stir fry, hungrily slurping up the noodles. It was spicy, and delicious, and had all the flavors she couldn't name but loved.
"Sh'deshish," she moaned around a combination of noodles and meat, trying to tell him it was delicious. When the burning of the spice got just hot enough to start tingling the back of her throat, she stopped eating for a moment. Her eyes lifted to Kodi. "Could have been a little hotter," she said, wiping her face with what she hoped was a clean towel; she doubted they had any napkins. "I've been building a tolerance since crying through my nose, I'll have you know. It's only happened two other times."
@Sreeya