Tichaona took a bite of the alien cuisine that the dark figure made for him. He looked at it with apprehensive eyes, unsure of whether or not the contents were edible. Tichaona braced himself as he opened his mouth and feigned a smile to placate her. As his tongue met with the meat and what looked like salad dressing, the dark figure watched with optimistic eyes, hoping that he would like it. In the end, Tichaona was swept away by the delicious flavours that were in the meal.
The meat tasted like a fusion of chicken and pork, with the top layer being thin and crispy and the rest of it being juicy. The chunky middle which would burst into a semi liquid form, would drip out of his mouth as his heart raced. Tichaona felt conflicted about the meal: relishing in your enemy's gift was no differ
