Entheo
Entheo fell to his knees as the savory goodness washed his dry mouth of all of its sin. Entheo never knew his mother, nor even cared about domestic living, but for the briefest moments, he regretted a life of borderline homelessness. What kind of life was he living, not tasting food like this?
"Goddamn it, where do you learn to cook like that?" he asked, the shock radiating from his tongue. What were they just talking about again?