Frost savoured the first spoonful as much he possibly could, even going to the extent of sucking on his teeth, not willing to waste a single drop. Before Sam could even get an answer from him about the quality of the dish, Frost started shovelling mouthful after mouthful down his throat. Frost's actions brought a smile to his face, there was no greater compliment than someone devouring the meal he cooked, Frost's actions were clear enough for an answer. Not one to stand on ceremony Sam joined his wife, to partake in their own bowls. They actions were far less course than Frost's which was ironic given the appearance of both sides.
Behind the rugged exterior of Sam and the experienced and wise eyes of Lola were two people of refinement and elegance.
