Adam worked quickly, his hands moving with practiced ease as he prepared the meat. He seasoned it with a careful hand—just enough salt, a sprinkle of herbs, a touch of something smoky he'd found among the scattered pouches. The fire crackled, and soon the scent of roasting meat filled the air, rich and savory.
Ignis's eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open, and a thin line of drool began to trickle down her chin. Her voice came out in a reverent whisper, thick with hunger.
"Adam... that smells amazing... I can't wait to eat it!"
Lilith produced a handkerchief from somewhere within her gown, her crimson eyes fixed on Ignis with dry amusement. Her voice was light, carrying a note of pointed teasing.
"Wipe your mouth, Ignis. You're drooling like a wild beast."
Ignis wiped her chin with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving the roasting meat. "It's not my fault it smells so good!"
