Everything had been cleaned, cooked, and seasoned with care, spreading a symphony of delicious smells that filled the Hydra's nostrils and made her stomach rumble in anticipation.
Faluel's mouths salivated at the sight of the food, her body craved nourishment after suffering so much. Yet she couldn't overlook the Drake's care and the implications such a kind gesture had.
"Is this all for me?" One head said with an awkward expression while the other six stared at the plates like kids in a toy shop.
"Yes, but I can keep you company and eat a few things myself, if you want." Ajatar nodded.
"Are you sure?" The head looking at Ajatar blushed a bit. "I mean, we've known each other for a long time, but I've never thought about you that way."
"What way?" He asked in confusion. "Wait, do you think I'm hitting on you?"
