The thin orc, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and pure culinary ecstasy, was still munching on the last bite of his burger. He swallowed with a loud gulp, thumping his chest with a bony fist to clear his throat.
Karl chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. "Slow down, you can have more if you want. We have plenty."
The orc gave a shaky thumbs up, his green eyes bright. "Thank you, thank you! That was… that was really good!" His voice, though still rough, was filled with genuine awe. "I didn't know food could be cooked like that. It's… revolutionary." He finally eased up, a visible relaxation in his posture.
"Well, that was just the first iteration," Karl said, a subtle smirk on his skull. "It still needs crucial ingredients for it to be a real thing, a true masterpiece."
The orc's eyes, now filled with a newfound respect, fixed on Karl. "I cannot thank you enough for sparing me and even giving me food. I didn't know until now that an undead could be kind to the living."
