"Sesame oil~ What is this food? It smells too good."
Dubi handed a spoon to Kaka, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good once it's cold."
With a nod, Kaka took the spoon and, mimicking Dubi's actions, clumsily scooped a mouthful and stuffed it into his mouth.
However, the fragrance that filled his mouth instantly widened his eyes, and without waiting for Dubi's cue, he began to eat heartily, the height of purple fruit rice in the large porcelain bowl decreasing rapidly.
Watching Kaka, Dubi remembered the first time he'd eaten food in the Watson Tribe, and couldn't help but laugh.
The appetites of the two orcs were no small matter, and in no time, the food reserved for the next morning had hit the bottom.
Only a few lonely cores were left in the small basket.
After a satisfying belch, Kaka scratched his head somewhat sheepishly, "Did I eat too much?"
Dubi laughed heartily, "If you think so, then come hunting with me tomorrow."
Kaka also laughed and agreed.
