Three months passed and on the other side of The Bitter Terrain Exoplanet, a boat was currently spouting down the river, and the youth was reclining on a chair and watching the scenery that the boat passed by as he heated some skewers made from snakes he caught recently on the brazier above the boat.
From time to time, he would take one out, eat it, and toss the stick into the water.
"Ah, man! Sometimes simply looking is also torture. And can you stop showing off?" Cynthia's voice chimed in his head as she complained to him.
"Hey, don't blame me. It's not my fault at all… I'm a bigger person I would have shared with you if you could eat it, to begin with." Bobby responded as he took another skewer stick and continued enjoying them. He further added with his full mouth, "And I give you my word; I would make every delicacy I knew about for you when you regain your physical form."
"Hmph, whatever," Cynthia responded while pouting in displeasure.
