When Andrew emerged from the bathroom, he was greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of Delilah's cooking. She was preparing a delicious meal of pseudo-rank-one magic beast meat and vegetables in the kitchen, and he couldn't wait to dig in. His stomach rumbled with anticipation, and he knew he was in for a real treat.
Later on, as they sat down to eat, he savored the taste of the tender meat and vegetables, cooked to perfection and seasoned with just the right amount of spices. The accompanying wine was rich and full-bodied, with a subtle aroma of blackberries and oak, and it complemented the dish perfectly.
After taking another bite, Andrew raised his head, ready to compliment Delilah on her cooking skills, but then noticed that she was not eating. She was just sat there, waiting quietly.
"What's wrong?" Andrew asked. "Why aren't you eating? The food will soon get cold!"
