Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170724123808/@comment-25073873-20170815120119

Of course it tasted beyond perfect, since it was Amaryllis that cooked it. The taste wasn't something that the human mind could comprehend or describe. Everything was unnaturally fresh, and the seasonings were all in exact, almost impossible balance.

Amaryllis was fast, though, as she brought out two bowls of soup for Celeste and Evrain. Humble mushroom soup, not anything fancy, along with a basket of garlic bread. Except, like anything that Amaryllis' hands touched, it was the pinnacle of what if should be.

The garlic bread was perfectly fried, not dry, not oily and had a balanced taste. The soup was of course, flawless, with only the scent of the freshest mushrooms that money could buy. It was like Amaryllis could even reverse the time on ingredients to make the, freshly harvested or something.