"Do you want my porridge?" I asked, holding up the bowl without seeing who was standing over my shoulder. He had interrupted my conversation with Gluttony, and for that reason alone, he deserved to eat whatever crap this was.
"You'll need it," murmured the man, coming to sit beside me. "You can't afford to stave yourself here," he continued, resting both hands on the table in front of him.
Did he really think that was a way to earn my trust? To show that he wasn't a threat?
"It doesn't matter to me," I shrugged. The cook, Zhu Gen, didn't even give us any utensils or hot sauce to eat this crap, so there was no way I was touching it. "I can't eat without hot sauce."
It was a staple in O City, more so than ketchup and right after the holy trinity. However, I wasn't sure if even an entire bottle of the stuff would bring life back to this thing.
