I took a bite and almost melted back into the bed. Mother fucking damn him. I took another bite, and another. “Was I right?” Raihn said, infuriatingly smugly. “Mm,” I said, between bites. “I’ll take that as, ‘Delicious, Raihn. Thank you for this meal cooked with love, and also for saving my life.’” A joke. It was a joke. Still, my chewing slowed.
