The meat looked juicy enough to make Jones' hunger evolve. Memories of his past here made him forget all about his needs. And at just that short moment of savouring, he only thought now of devouring it.
He quickly took a seat on the wooden chair and admired her creativity within the little span of time she had been here. Barely a day.
The cutleries - a fork, a spoon and a knife- were all wrapped in napkins and placed on his right. Each, only revealing their heads.
And on his left was an empty mug. The thought that it had been empty bothered him. He knew where the ale was but that was not the issue. What bothered him was the fact that she had left it empty because she did not know when or if he would eventually come out...
Leaving it in the open would only make it prone to fermentation
