The scent of grease mixed with spicy brown sauce as Adam planted his fork into his meat pie. The taste was an explosion of rich flavours on his tongue—perfectly cooked meat sweetened by fresh mushrooms and root vegetables.
Across from him, Elliot's eyes widened, and for a moment, the only sound at their side of the table was the crunch of the salted dough each time Adam chewed. A sound doubled when Desmond dug into his own plate with a shrug—any thinking could wait. Right now, refusing the inviting food to his begging stomach felt like torture.
Cutlery clanged against plates for a moment before Elliot asked in a trembling voice. "You want us to occupy the top three? Not for a day, but permanently?"
