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“Here you go!”
Stolas watches as the bowl is pushed before him, seeing the cooked noodles and ground up hellhog meat drowning in a gooey reddish yellow sauce. He blinks and looks up as he sees Blitz diving his fork into a similar bowl and pulling out some of the content. The gooey sauce stretched as if trying to stay with the rest in the bowl only for those strands to sever upon it being eaten by the imp.
“And...what is again?” Stolas asks, confused by the appearance as he and Blitz sit at the breakfast nook. The owl prince had recently decided to give the imp another chance after the latter practically begged and apologized in an obvious display of “true love” as a few demons may call it.
Perhaps he shouldn't have, but his love for his first friend was too overpowering and he agreed on the condition that they start over. What the owl wasn't expecting was the imp to offer to cook for their first 'real date'.
And yet here he is, Blitz dressed as he was on that fateful Full Moon and himself dressed as he did for their “date” at Ozzie's.
“Buffalo Mac N' Cheese,” the imp says with a full mouth before swallowing, “Figured I'd make you my favorite dish to get you accustom to normal food.”
“Um...right,” Stolas replies with clear hesitancy, “And...it's meant to...look like this?”
“Fucking...duh,” Blitz answers and shakes his head, “Don't you eat rich people food that looks like this?”
“I actually don't,” the owl admits bashfully, not wanting to anger the imp, “I've never seen food like this to be...appetizing. Plus, it's made with hellhog meat and not buffalo meat.”
In an instant, Blitz stares at him as if he grew a second head before saying, “It's stands for 'Buffalo Sauce', Stols. It's...it's a type of hot sauce.”
“...oh,” Stolas says in realization, blinking as he has the sudden epiphany. The imp just rolls his eyes before shoveling more of the gooey noodles into his mouth and grabbing his glass. In an instant, Blitz lifts it up and takes a gulp of the dark drink that he calls 'root beer'.
Which makes little sense to Stolas. He knows so many things about plants and how to use them, but he's never heard of making a beer from the roots! How exactly would someone do that, and – more importantly – why?! Roots don't taste that good!
Shaking his head and gulping some air, Stolas gently digs his fork into the food and scoops out a good sized portion of it as the cheese stretches. A small part of him doesn't want to try it...but he knows that it'll be insulting to Blitz who made it with one of his chefs – Sheryl if he remembers her name right. And that wouldn't be polite at all!
With great reluctance, the owl moves the fork forward and wrapping his beak around the fork before pulling it out. He begins to chew the food...before stopping as all four of his eyes widen with white pupils appearing in his main set.
The flavor and texture of the gooey cheese. The added spice of the hot sauce that adds enough heat while not overpowering the rest of the dish. The macaroni noodles and hellhog meat mixing together so well and not clashing in any way.
Stolas lets out an involuntary moan as he chews the food before swallowing it.
“Good, huh?” Blitz asks with food in his mouth, smiling as he chews loudly.
“Oh, so delicious,” the owl replies, scooping up another portion and quickly gobbling it up.
“Knew you'd love mom's recipe!” the imp exclaims with a smile, happy at the bird's reaction as both take a gulp of their drinks.
After taking a drink, the prince pauses for a moment before saying, “Sassafras albidum.”
The assassin blinks before asking in confusion, “Was...that a spell or rich people talk?”
“No, the plant,” Stolas answers, “Seems like they used the root bark of the plant to make this beverage and yet not exactly. It's missing something, and...maybe I should stop. I'm certain you wouldn't like me to-”
“Stols.”
That makes the prince stop and look up at the assassin across from him who offers him a smile of understanding. After a moment, he says, “I've always liked hearing you talk about plants.”
After a few moments, the owl smiles as he blushes lightly before he continues to talk about the plant in question and what was missing from the taste. As they do, they continue to eat their meal and drink the beverage chosen for their date.