Picking away at the assortment of meats on the plate in front of him, Elderi offered the Goddess a rather succulent looking slice.
"[color=6ecff6]Would you care for any?[/color]"
The meat reminded him of the wild boars he would fight in the arena, the blood dry but not cooked too much. 

The dancing rock-muncher bumped into Elderi, and so she spun him around and pushed him toward the corner.

[@Genni]