"Remember kid, black and white," The Bartender reminded him as he pushed open the kitchen door.
They sauntered in a foyer, a painting on the wall of a man was facing them. But what crept into a small area was the smell of an aromatic dish. He had once had a dish with this aroma before, a chunk of meat skewed in a stick and grilled above a heated surface.
It was when he had dealings with an Electronic Tier in Bloomforge. His customer had an apparent delight munching the meat, wiping off oil from his lips. Luckily, Lance had a small portion. Even if it was a bite-size, however, his hunger and his palate were satisfied beyond proportions.
'Magic-filled dish,' Lance thought as the juice from the bite-sized meat flowed toward his taste buds. Closing one's eyes was way more fulfilling as the food slid through his throat.
The char of the meat released an aroma along with the spice embedded within its pores that would growl one's hungry stomach.
