Kryner smiled as the two walked into the kitchen/dining area where Matt chuckled, "I always make enough." He then revealed the cloth over the dozen or so soft unleavened bread biscuits that were simply dripping with honey butter melting and permeating into the dough through and through. Kryner had grown up eating these and never did get his father's recipe but he wanted to eventually. As they got 4 per person she noticed they were thick, not fluffy but soft and crumbled in her mouth almost like a cornbread pretzel hybrid. The sweetness flooded her mouth like she bit into a piece of soft whipped butter. Sticking to the roof of her mouth and teeth it was heavenly while Kryner devoured into his own with quick succession.<br/><br/>Matt pulled himself out a chair and looked over the two, Del noticed that Matt seemed rather... young. Perhaps in his early to mid-fifties, not a single grey streak of hair and his muscle stature certainly didn't show that he was deteriorating into an old man. His thick hands showed they were worked very hard, unlike Kryner's which still remained only minorly calloused in his gripping palms<br/>"So you two, where have you been exactly? I wasn't told much about where you were heading." Matt said while he looked them both over noticing a hint of a tan, "But I see it was sunny there."