Sephiran went for the Barbecue Cuts first, tearing into the thick, marbled meat with primal hunger. The moment his teeth sank through the charred crust into the melting fat, his eyes rolled back into his head. To him, it felt like a stampede of golden drakes was charging through his veins, their scales shedding heat that warmed him to his very core.
"It's... it's like a hug from a volcano!"
Sephiran squealed, his face flushed red.
"The meat is so soft, so soft that it's turning into liquid gold in my mouth!"
Arach picked up the Thin Stir-Fry Slices with elegant precision, placing a single ribbon of meat on his tongue. The effect was instantaneous; the sharp spices and flash seared juices exploded like a thousand tiny needles of lightning against his nerves. He felt his Improved Reflexes twitch, his vision sharpening as if the world had slowed down just so he could savor the spice.
"The texture is a contradiction."
Arach whispered, his four arms trembling.
