Angel and Me, saw the woman staring from a distance and sobbing at the instance of the completion of his preparation of this food. The impact of the essence of fish in the sweet and fresh smell of tangy herbs, really impacted an entire realm in its spheres and brought a sort of an emotional attachment of memories of a smell for food. Her empathy and ability to truly feel an emotion towards food was authentic, and therefore this sort of revealed to them a visible door into a much hidden and sweeter dimension of hers, like fruity herbs and on a much angelic realm and an evolved and a cultivated different forms of food.
He thought it was somewhere he wanted to enter even under given occasions and this ability he has understood to express the meaning of the admiration of authentic and irreplaceable sensations for food, in its physical form, and that longing and the desire for a cuisine this freshly prepared is considered an honor. A kind of food which remains unexposed to other belief systems and their cultures because it was in fact beyond perceivable to have such skills of super natural crafts. The little bon fire outside his tent was burning bright as his meal was ready for Me and Angel. She simply wanted to eat and disappear, and she appeared of a different kind. As though she wanted to keep this realm private when she returns to her own channeling of the memory for such food. Angel thought maybe cut the mackerel into two, just to share it with this other spectator of his culinary arts.
As this spectator seemed to have different abilities and so he separated another plate with accurate presentation and walked a distance of 13 meters from his camp and left it on the bark of a plant tree.
Me and Angel did the twirl and twist prayer and laid their food conduit extraction onto the food that lay on their plates and began to savor the herb and garnish fish parfait with sweet potato souffle. For a part time hibernation in the wild, it was an appropriate manner to have offered food to a stranger that expressed emotion for their existence.
"Wait here Me, i'll check if anybody accepted the plate i left on that plant." He walked 12 meters more to check the same place where he left the plate of fish and it's garnish. The plate was empty yet, there was a bright collected light of some kind, it was round in shape and it was gold in color. He went closer to examine it, it was a kind of an potent elixir that can float on air. Perhaps in the presence of O2.
Maybe at this instance he was supposed to lock all of this up in his large cork apparatus but it wasn't with him, it was inside the tent, in his baggage. He thought that it would have been a potent extraction that can come to use for his experiments. He looked around the feminine woman and her meta-dimension of distinct auras and colors was gone from their sight, like magic. He didn't understand why but he felt more inquisitive as his curiosity drew him closer to the reasons for such an incident.