Calgar's feelings were more complicated.
He had lived for centuries and had long grown accustomed to suppressing his appetite.
Yet at this moment, his body's most primal instincts, his dormant taste buds, even his stomach and intestines—
all sent clear, intense signals of craving before this steaming, enticing bowl of "pork stew with vermicelli."
This was not merely hunger. It was more like... a distant memory of "abundance" and "deliciousness," awakened from deep within his genes.
Yvraine was comparatively composed.
As an Eldar, what rare fruits or exquisite wines had she not seen?
Eldar cuisine emphasized psychic resonance, aesthetic enjoyment, and spiritual pleasure. The ingredients themselves were often fresh and light.
This huge pot of stew, brimming with "barbaric flavor," was indeed novel to her.
After all, over the course of an Eldar's long life, stimulation of the taste buds was often deliberately toned down.
And people with the same dietary habits were called vegetarians on Old Terra!
If they never ate meat their whole lives, then perhaps their lives would simply pass by like that.
But if they took a bite of real meat... heh heh, their bodies would tell them what primal craving truly meant!
Ancestors: I climbed down from the trees not so you could gnaw on leaves!
"Alright! What are you waiting for? Dig in!"
With a sweep of his hand, Guilliman was the first to pick up his bowl.
Yvraine elegantly picked up a pair of slender chopsticks she had brought herself, seemingly made of jade. She first lifted a small pinch of pearly white rice and placed it in her mouth.
She chewed it carefully. After a moment, she nodded and commented,
"It is very pure, filled with the natural essence of earth and sunlight.
There is no filth of Chaos, no unnatural sensation