Normally Daemon would have fully enjoyed the dinner selection for the night, but the Doctor's little chuckle made his suddenly wonder if the delicious looking plate brought to his room was actually what they'd said it was. There was no way to probe it however, so after a moment of thought he sighed, sinking down on the edge of his bed and picking up the fork.

Whatever it was, dinner was delicious indeed, and after days of the pink gruel, this almost reminded him of home. Without the day of chaos preceding it of course, trying to keep the wolf puppies out of the kitchens while Mrs. Beale cooked, as any type of bird had quickly become the Pack's favorite. Kaelas might have been an issue as well, if the big cat hadn't been more afraid of being scolded by Jaenelle than any desire to pilfer dinner. The thought brought a small wistful smile to his lips as he worked on dinner.

He wished there was wine...