Meredian smiled. "Sure thing!" she set to work cooking and preparing the kitchen. she set out 3 more chairs and set out silver ware. then went out into the den and set a fire burning. When dinner was cooked (freshly killed boar grilled over an open flame with special sauce and salad with pine nuts and lemon dressing) she called up went up stairs. "No one TOUCH dinner until i am done changing!!!"
Anamon walked downstairs from his room, the stairs creaking under his muscle. He no longer wore his studded leather or weapons, but a nice clean, brown, tunic, belt, and a pair of pants. He looked around sneakily and took a peice of boar, putting it in his mouth, drooling, "Oh..thats good boar.." he said quietly to himself
Anamon's large hands grabbed masses of food, stuffing them into his face. His teeth were like the blades of warriors, shreading their enemy to peices with ease. The fodo was delicious, increasing his want to stuff it all in his mouth. Looking at the others stare at him he stopped, grabbing a fork and speared a piece. He looked goofy, his massive body holding the dainty little fork.