She smiled and felt a wash of contentment. He liked her cooking. Then the enormity of the comment hit her. Best breakfast in two hundred years; there isn't a woman in the world that has ever had that compliment paid to her. She smiled even bigger and rubbed him behind his ears, right where he liked it the best.
She cooked her two eggs the same way and only had three slices of bacon. She couldn't eat like this every morning, but once in a while, she liked to splurge and go all out with an artery-hardening, delicious breakfast.
By the time she was sitting down to eat her breakfast, he was licking his plate clean. He sat back and let loose a gigantic, rumbling belch. He managed to look embarrassed, but he was grinning, showing all his teeth.
"That was better than fresh liver right from the belly of a cow! Thank you again, my love. That was great."
