“You know, I’m a bit of a cook myself,” Anon starts as he takes the first bite. Immediately, his consciousness is thrown out of his body. Bright lights of colors previously unknown to him fill his vision, sensations foreign to him coursing through every inch of his body. He’s falling… no, he’s flying. He’s one with the heavens, and as a divine chorus of untold beauty serenades his ears, he is brought back to the dining room table looking directly into those brilliant green eyes. “...But not nearly as good of one as you.”