Asuriel had no luck finding something for Kismet to eat. They searched the mansion's kitchen for nearly an hour, but the little deviant turned his nose up at everything there was to offer. Every. Single. Thing.
Vaerion got irritated after five minutes of watching the debacle and left to deal with the business he abandoned when he went to check the fracture.
"How are you possibly this picky?" Asuriel sighed. Less than one evening, he was already becoming a nuisance. "You don't even need to eat mortal food, so why are we trying to feed you?"
"It is precisely because I do not need to eat that I am so particular," Kismet spoke matter-of-factly. His tails flicked as he sat on the countertop, "I eat for pleasure, not sustenance. So, I only like the tastiest of things."