The silver knife followed the beautiful grain, fusing entirely into the thickness. The small incision cut open like a spring exposed on the ground, spraying its flavor and warmth into the chilly air. The dark brown meat juices obscured the cross-section, and Lyle no longer had the mood to admire it. He forked a small piece onto his own plate, placed it in his mouth, savoring the taste of juice mixed with saliva, feeling the temperature as hot oil adhered to his skin.
Lyle's eyes naturally closed and reopened after he swallowed. His mouth now felt empty, and the lingering taste on his lips turned him ravenous. He looked excitedly at Alianna, and they exchanged joyful smiles.
"Delicious!" His tongue almost seemed forced to utter that word, and Lyle felt that the ability to stop himself from eating such delightful food, to express his admiration, was a testament to his self-control.
Alianna set down her knife and fork, smiling, ready to respond to Lyle.
