Liam folded the omelette over the seasoned rice with the grace of a master, the golden egg wiggling perfectly. He felt a surge of warmth not just from the stove, but from the chat. He actually liked these people. They were his only link to the humanity he'd left behind.
"Thanks for hanging out tonight, guys," Liam said, plating the dish. "I know things are getting harder in the city. If any of you are struggling with the fact that food tastes terrible, I'm selling some of my food at Springs Shop, and if you bring him anything food-shaped, your affinity will go up."
He picked up a knife, the steam hitting his face. Just as he was about to slice through the egg, a faint, warm draft blew through the room.
The iridescent egg had transformed into a shimmering, golden blanket, draped perfectly over a mound of Taro-infused rice. The smell was intoxicating, sweet, savoury, and thick with the scent of raw power.
[CMurdock]:LOOK BEHIND YOU. LOOK BEHIND YOU RIGHT NOW.
