Chapter 241

The smell of perfectly cooked steak kissed John's nose with such wondrous allure that it could only be surpassed by the beauty it stemmed from. A thick piece of meat, sitting inside a small puddle of its own juices, that could have only been surpassed by itself if it had been made on a charcoal grill instead of a pan. Accompanied by mountains of green beans and mashed potatoes, both covered in a brown sauce, it made John's mouth water with anticipation. A plate like this was in front of everyone.

Thana slurped down her saliva as she tried to keep her hands to herself. "T-this," she stuttered, "this is perfection on a plate. Oh, wondrous life, how I missed your virtues. Praise be upon the cow that died for this fragrance." The fact that she didn't utter a single curse during that monologue was a wonder in and of itself.