To be honest, the chef cats' cooking was far better than Gin's.
There was hardly any food culture in Asgard. Other than boiling, there was roasting. Anything and everything could be roasted.
They only cared whether food was nutritious and could make people stronger. Texture and flavor were never considered.
Take the wild boar meat eaten every day in the Hall of Heroes. Good lord, the fat alone was a foot thick. Normal humans absolutely could not stomach it.
But Gin could. She even said eating more fat helped one survive the winter, because that was what bears did. It was wisdom learned from nature.
Only because they were Protoss and did not gain weight easily did high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and high cholesterol fail to replace Ragnarök and claim the Protoss' lives.
Although Wade's wedding banquet had been somewhat of a prank, the food and wine were all excellent.
The people present barely spoke at all, too busy stuffing all kinds of food into their mouths.
Every so often, they raised their glasses for a drink together, watched Cheetah's personal little television, and after finishing, dedicated Synthezoids came over to refill their glasses. It was a sense of ceremony few people besides capitalists and kings had ever enjoyed.
Thus, no one knew how long they had eaten or how much they had drunk. They only remembered a happy stretch of time passing, until Batwoman walked in covered in blood.
"He talked. Slade, Luthor, we need to talk."
The moment he entered, his words seemed laden with Negative Energy. After speaking, he did not wait for anyone and turned to leave, heading off to find somewhere convenient to talk.
"After watching what happened in the CW Universe again, hearing the word 'talk' makes my scalp tingle." Despite saying