<span style="font-style: italic">"It's good food. If you're going to cook like this all the time, you'll make two people much happier." <br/>"Are you meaning to say that you don't like my food?" <br/>"Yes."<br/>"And mine's the same."<br/>"It's definitely better than yours. Hot as in spicy, not hot as in burned!"</span><br/><br/>"All in all. It is safe for me to assume that you both enjoy my cooking quite a bit." Blake said, chuckling softly as the two chattered on about his cooking. It was nice to have them talking at least. Yeah, having some chattering could bring some unwanted attention but it isn't like Blake hasn't anticipated for any certain issue. As he dug into his food a little more, he dropped the bowl onto the ground, the food completely gone. "My compliments to the chef." He said, soon laughing at the fact that he is in fact the chef.<br/><br/>He turned to his two attentive golems, small rocks beginning to float around the campsite. Should the rocks be moved by an outside, the golems shall unleash their might upon the intruders. "Well... Unless someone has some story in the back of their heads... I guess it's time we hit the hay..." Yawning softly, but falling slowly onto the ground. Sleeping like a baby.