The alpha tapped his fingers on the table, nervously, he also tapped his foot on the floor, he could feel sweat beads forming on his forehead and his heart was having a mental breakdown right down.
He tried breathing calmly but the futile attempt was enough to make anyone fall into pits of laughter. She slowly raised the spoon to her mouth and savoured the taste, she appeared to be in deep thoughts as she smacked her lips.
Then finally "Ummm..... not bad" she said.
Xavier stared at her, flabbergasted at the undetailed answer. He went out to the castle early this morning and stole, pardon me, he took some ingredients from the stall to make soup for his vampire. The alpha would never steal anything not to talk of from his own castle.
It took him three miserable attempts before he could construct a soup that society deemed eatable. Now, the only answer she could give him was 'Not bad', the alpha sulked down on the chair as disappointment covered his face.
