Snippet #1932407

Hevra felt good that he was going to have something made for him. Since he had arrived in this new place with the businessman, he had quickly found that the food here was much better than anything he had ever had in his home country. He quickly went over to where the woman had st the bowl and spoon. He merely nodded at her beverage question. Then picked up the bowl, put his lips to the edge, and began slurping the soup down. Though it burned a little due to its temperature, it tasted as good as any food he had eaten since coming here. He used the spoon to quickly shovel the soup into his mouth. He ate as quickly as he possibly could, as in his experience the faster you ate the less time someone had to take your food from you. However, though he at very quickly, he made sure to waste none of the nourishment and was careful not to spill.

As Hevra was finishing, a few short moments after he had started, he heard the woman ask if it needed anything. As he licked the mostly empty bowl, he thought about the question. It was good, but soup never really tended to fill him up. “Meat.” He answered after he had finished licking the bowl. “It needs meat.” He though for a moment. “Like chicken backs or something.” He stated as he put the empty bowl down and sat the spoon inside it.