Soon enough it was Agni's turn to collect his bowl. He decided to keep things cordial for now, merely walking up and accepting the steaming bowl of stew with a nod of thanks. He returned to a spot near a boulder, leaning against it before grabbing a spoonful and popping it into his mouth.
"Mmmm" He couldn't help but exclaim aloud, feeling the multiple flavors dance upon his tongue joyfully. The richness of the gravy, the crunchiness of the vegetable, and the mellow taste of the meat morphed into the perfect bite.
The surroundings seemed to fade away as he continued to chew. With every bite there seemed to be a new flavor that he hadn't noticed before, yet they all worked together seamlessly, creating a harmonious balance on his palette.
Agni opened his eyes, left speechless and dumbfounded by this one bite of stew. The flavors seemed to evoke a deep emotion within him, a feeling of comfort and home that he had never truly experienced in this life.
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