Dinner has always been a quiet affair for me. I was just used to doing it alone as I ate at a time far too early for normal people to eat. Meanwhile, my parents would always eat over an hour or two after me; the actual normal times that society deemed it to be breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was weird as a kid, but I just got used to it.
Not to mention, it was healthy for the metabolism to eat at earlier times as opposed to eating late at night.
This all changed in this world, however. With a loving set of parents and constant companions, eating had somehow become a lively affair at times. With enough time and experimentation, I've managed to recreate food from the old world just so that I won't be stuck eating bland soup, meat, and bread for the rest of my life. It had the unfortunate side effect of making everyone eat my cooking like it was a gift from the gods, but it was a price I'm willing to pay if it meant I could curry again.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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