“Thank you” Runethial said with a smile. He looked at the cake, it seemed very charming. Something to look forward to. So he made good progress on the salad, enjoying every bite. He made some notes on it in his note book, so that he might have a go to recreate it in his own time.<br/><br/>Once he had finished the salad he put his knife and fork neatly on the plate next to each other. He licked around his mouth to capture any of the sauce that might have escaped, and finished his current glass. He filled it once more to the top and again looked down to address the little piece of chocolate death. He daintily picked up the cake fork and neatly cut off a corner of the cake and popped it into his mouth.<br/><br/>His taste buds were overcome by chocolaty goodness, rich in taste that seemed to linger even after the mouthful was swallowed. There was several flavours mixed into it, some sort of spice that lay underneath the chocolate, perhaps cinnamon? The truffles were glorious and practically melted in his mouth.<br/>He was smiling to himself dreamily as he ate it, a blush creeping onto his face as the cake stirred some inner hunger and he found himself fantasying of a girl he had a huge crush on in his youth. Somehow the cake reminded him of her… but he couldn’t figure out how. Perhaps because he had often spent the money his parents had given him for the week to buy her a treat which she never said thank you for. She sometimes had kissed him on the cheek, except in his mind now that kiss was on the lips, her hands sliding down his back, somewhere a bed had appeared, though on reflection he could not begin to wonder why there was a bed in the middle of a forest. That seemed not to matter in this fantasy as she was no longer the girl, but the woman he had presented flowers to and asked to the summer dance and she had rejected. She was rejecting him now as they lay down kissing, stroking….<br/><br/>He blinked, his face was a flush of colour. His fork was clinking on the empty plate. He had been enjoying his own personal fantasy so much that he had not noticed when he had finished the last piece. It seemed he had even wiped his finger across the plate to gather up the last of the crumbs and he hadn’t even noticed it. Usually he wouldn’t resort to such appalling table manners. He felt embarrassed for day dreaming of an old fancy in the middle of eating a cake. Worse of all the passionate feeling within him hadn’t died down with the dream, which made him feel frustrated and even more embarrassed.  He glanced around in hope that no one else had noticed. Perhaps it was the wine had done it… yes the wine. Though Alyth’s explanation of the cakes name was still present in his mind. He knew of the reputation of the food of this inn… perhaps there was more behind it than he first gave credit for? He looked at the empty wine bottle. … or perhaps it was just the wine.