Sangue hadn't paid attention to anything else aside from the grill in front of her, so when Gren handed her the skewer, she jumped a little. The realization that she could have unintentionally ignored him for a bit made her think that she needed to not fall to the temptations food brought to her. Still, it was strange to notice that mushrooms smelled nice when they were being cooked- she had eaten cooked mushrooms before after living in the cities for a bit, but never did she eat grilled ones.
Either way, she had a good history with them. The poisonous mushrooms in the mountains didn't hurt her, so she did not hate them for giving her something to eat... but mushrooms without poison generally had better taste for her.
Without a second thought, Sangue quickly took the skewer as she bowed quietly to him before staring at the thing for a bit. She remembered Apep just eating really hot foods without much hesitance, but Sangue had once burned her tongue while eating from a bowl of black bean noodles. It was an unpleasant feeling, even though the noodles tasted good.
So she waited a bit, softly blowing air at the kebab skewer she held with both of her hands before taking a bite.
One bite was enough for the grilled food to exceed her expectations.
If one were to peak into Sangue's mind, they would be greeted with a universe exploding with an intensity that could only be rivaled by dozens of supernovas.
...It's good... she thought, glancing at Gren before the skewer. When she glanced at him again, she bowed slightly again before she hungrily devoured the rest of the food stuck on the skewer. She chewed slowly as if she were a snake trying to digest its food, yet her eyes shone as if she were standing by a warm fireplace.
Eating almost made Gren's question fly by unanswered. Snapping back to reality, Sangue turned to Gren before staring at the now bare skewer in her hands.
Her favorite food...?
It would technically be the very first things she ate with Apep when they went to the cities of Vale. Bread, and some coffee. Both in a chilly winter day left a taste that she could not forget after having eaten things without any cooking knowledge at her old home.
"Bread," she whispered.
"Warm bread... on... a cold day. And... coffee... with it...
"But... I like to... eat anything... As long as... it lets me... live..."@Lucius Cypher
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