John couldn't resist what he was about to do. He grabbed the weeds that shadow had bought and put them on a plate. He handed the plate to shadow and said,"<span style="color: #000000">A meal fit for a king!</span>" He looked at the pot and got a quick whiff of it. With his sensitive sense of s to him it seemed as if someone were cooking a feast. He laid back in a chair and waited for the elk to finish.