*Meanwhile, in an underground bunker…*
A certain Grand Dark Rizzard awakens to the smell of… something delicious…
A heavenly aroma…?!?!
She opens her eyes to see a plate filled and piled high, amongst other things, with golden strips of tenderized bacon, thick sausages, eggs done just right, and mushrooms, shining and clearly imbued with juices and flavour…?!?!
To the side, a masked guy is chilling, and apparently in the middle of making plans, even as he notices her stir awake.
"Good Morning~ ✨🫢"
Itvasme feels much better after the rest.
She stretches and tries to shake out her sleep-state, even as she takes in the absurd scene.
It felt like bed and breakfast, like out of a really cheesy rom-com movie, except that the setting was kind of like a post-apocalyptic survival bunker and strangely, it felt weirdly good and not cheesy at all.
"… There is cheese… and tomato in the fridge if you want ✨ But yes. Dig in. You have to keep your strength up."
Hm. Itvasme considers the possibilities. If this masked guy had wanted to poison her, or do anything, then he would have done so. Not to mention that her [Sense] was now refreshed, and he didn't seem to exude any menace or sinister intentions.
It smells and looks good, and so she tentatively takes up the knife and fork, and tries a bit.
Oh!
Indeed. It was time yet again for another bout of food description so beloved in these novels…
The bacon is succulent, tender, juicy, with the perfect amount of crisp, the sausages hearty, and as the long, thick girthy meat plunges into her dainty Dark Rizzard's mouth, the hardened exterior form melts at the slightest touch and provocation, surrendering their pent up juices and flavours, which burst and spill out, sending her tastebuds into a rhapsodic, rapturous delight.
The eggs are fluffy, velvety soft, tender yet firm, flavoured with the succulent juices from the meat, the just slightly running yolk molten hot and masterfully combining to provide a cumulative umami that drizzles and coats her tongue with a hot, sticky, rich, and comforting goodness.
Each mushroom is an intergalactic supernova of sensation, a cosmos of catharsis in each coy capturing, and her mouth is met and her mind is melted again and again with hot concentrated *spurts* and *squirts* of a rich, concentrated, accumulated, deep, earthy flavour that saturates her soul with a starburst of subtly sweet and savoury splendour…
To top this off, there is a lashing of lemon curd and separately, assorted fruits including blueberries, strawberries, adding a floral and fruity note that elevates and transforms the traditional big breakfast from hot meal to multi-dimensional masterpiece…
To the side, there are twin slices of toast, alongside hashbrowns, golden, crispy, and freshly churned butter which can be added and spread to her taste, acting as a balance to taste, as well as some spread avocado and some optional pickled side-dishes which serve as both flavour enhancers as well as palate cleansers…
And. Of course. An ice cold glass of orange juice and also a piping hot tea to wash it all down…
In short. This masked guy clearly wasn't a bad cook.
Not bad at all… 🫢✨