[littl3chocobo]

the offering halted him and though the spice of it made his nose itch he took it obediently. when the taste of meat not bread came to his tongue however he perked up. the smell of it cloaked that it was good to eat from his nose and wanting to know if there was more he sidled close and tried not to seem too obvious as he peered into the basket, "did your grandmother like her bread?"