Radar jumps a little at the soft clink of the plate settling on the table. He blinks down at it, running a fingertip along the wake the noise left behind. Luckily, its path collides with the fork right next to the plate, so he doesn't get too distracted and wander away from the food.
He digs in. And oh, good, Sheogorath was right, as soon as that taste hits his mouth it's like someone took the drifting balloon in his head and tied it down to something nice and heavy. Much better! Boy it tastes good, too. When he lets out an appreciative mmmm! and starts shoveling the food in with his usual gusto, the sound tastes a lot more like real stuff than some sour color-motion-thing.
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He digs in. And oh, good, Sheogorath was right, as soon as that taste hits his mouth it's like someone took the drifting balloon in his head and tied it down to something nice and heavy. Much better! Boy it tastes good, too. When he lets out an appreciative mmmm! and starts shoveling the food in with his usual gusto, the sound tastes a lot more like real stuff than some sour color-motion-thing.