A wonderful night of experiments, followed by more wonderful food—this was a bountiful journey where wonderful things met wonderful things.
Ruger ate with great relish, stuffing his rumbling stomach full.
As the second food critic present besides Tuzel the rabbit, he naturally gave unanimous praise. Interestingly, the two kobolds had already persuaded Serious Mouse, who had always been so serious, to accept their food-rating system: tasty, very tasty, extremely tasty. The rabbit was helpless over this and bluntly declared it a foolish rating system, going on and on about it, but in the end, he accepted it too.
While tasting the food, Ruger could easily tell who had made it even before it entered his mouth. The larger portions, for instance, came from Aisijin and Big Silly Hum, while the slightly smaller and more exquisite ones came from Serious Mouse.
Serious Mouse was also eating nearby, tasting the things Aisijin and Big Silly Hum had made. He smiled so broadly his eyes narrowed to slits, his whiskers trembling nonstop.
Only Tuzel loved to chatter endlessly, even judging a dish and its cooking methods from the perspective of spirituality. Only Serious Mouse could make the fellow shut up; the unassuming big mouse also liked those things brimming with spirituality.
"Hey, brother, leave some for me! That's already the last serving on the plate..."
Tuzel had no time to ramble and hurriedly transferred the food onto his own plate.
Serious Mouse revealed an apologetic expression once more. After finishing, he went off to begin another round of attempts, already wholly immersed in it.
Ruger watched them with a smile, considering adding a few more things.
Such as new types of kitchenware, or materials for building an inn. Letting Serious Mouse have an inn had been his promise. Back on the little island,