Artemus returned to Syryn with two plates of egg and bacon fried rice. It was seasoned lightly with sauce and spices that the anti mage had found in the kitchen. He offered a plate to the mage who still hadn't caught a single fish.
Syryn wanted to refuse the plate of food on principle since he had just griped about wanting only seafood. But the steam wafting off the plate smelled delicious and the mage's stomach made it clear it wanted some of whatever Artemus was offering.
Grudgingly, he accepted the plate. "Thanks. I guess this will do for tonight."
The anti mage made no response to that. He made himself comfortable next to Syryn and began to spoon fried rice into his mouth.
"This is actually pretty good," Syryn told the anti mage after tasting a spoon full of rice laden with scrambled egg. "The shitty cook could have offered it earlier."
