"Isn't that is a funny question to ask..." He asked, his eyes closed like a clam, hoping to keep its beautiful pearl. "I am no greedy fool, expecting to eat his full and quench his thirst while his two companions starve... No. I'm more of the chef that makes as much as he has. Be it little or too much. I have yet to go hungry for a companion's own benefit..."<br/><br/>The wafting smell of the food began to grow stronger, the scent of garlic starting to fill Blake's nose. "Though the food is nearly... You both are suspiciously silent." He blurted out. "Like a hunter of the night stalking its prey... So itching to sinking its teeth into the prey's neck. Hoping it perfectly kills the beast." He chuckled, slightly patting his thighs. "In a few seconds, the food will be ripe and ready."