The surface of the grill affixed onto the center of the long table was filled with all sorts of meat being cooked on their own natural oil. The room was closed to allow privacy, its ventilation on its ceiling, so the smell of the food permeated the air, making the mouths of the people inside water. A hand reached out for a spice jar by the side of the grill and started seasoning the meat. The sauce, a personal mix, followed afterward, producing another round of sizzling symphony. The pleasant smell immediately intensified. At that point, all eyes were focused on the food. The impatience within them could not be hidden.
"Rhyme!" Aeon called out, not peeling his eyes off the meat as if they would disappear in a second the moment he looked away, "Why didn't you tell us you were such a good cook?"
Hearing this, Rhyme laughed heartily then said, "It is your mistake for doubting my skills, Aeon!"
