Ooooh but the gods were smiling down on him this day... He was about to dip his finger into the stew when Kris was very much next to him, bumping him with her hip and offering him a glass.<em>'Well if I must,'</em>he thought sarcastically, taking the cup gratefully and murmuring a quick thanks before sipping at the liquid. It provided a momentary distraction from his gluttony, though his eyes were soon locked on the rolled food she brandished in her hand like some kind of food voodoo goddess! His eyes went a little crossed as he stared at it, his mouth cracking open ever so slightly and a hand reaching up slowly to accept the offered food. Dem took a bite and closed his eyes, savoring the taste, trying to listen to her but half unable to.<br/><br/>By. The. Gods. If she hadn't been on his good list before, she certainly was now! Anyone who cooked this well, house elf or wizard, deserved to be on his good list. He cracked his lids open, now completely receptive to what Kris was saying and even smiling like he meant it in between glorious, delicious bites. The fajita lingered on his tongue like a loving, passionate kiss replaying over and over in his memory, and as his eyes wandered over all the other treats, listening to the Blackwood girl, he licked his fingers clean.<br/><br/>As soon as she mentioned frogs, though, Dem froze and pulled his finger out of his mouth. In the heat of his miniature-freak-out, he shut his ears off as she elaborated about the chocolate frogs, and stared behind him at the plate of fajitas, now with one spot conveniently missing. Frogs - she'd said<em>frogs</em>! Suddenly the thought of frog juice in the food, or fly wings in the bread, or lady bugs in the strawberries pushed into his mind, forcing a shiver down his spine. The shiver only increased in strength when he returned her gaze to Kris and found her wiping sauce off her shirt. What was that, then? Alligator spit? But it tasted so<em>good</em>!<strong>"Yeah, fifth year. I - no, Quidditch, no. But. Yeah, so, uh... What, exactly, is in those rolly food things?"</strong>He glanced over his shoulder again toward the plate, now very skeptical of every last food item in the kitchen.