"Something else!" Xelloss answered promptly, considering he had absolutely no idea what a Catholic was. "There's nothing wrong with revisiting one's youth, is there? After all, your fond memories of finger lickin' chicken come from your youth." Xelloss had never had a 'youth' per se, or perhaps this qualified as his youth, but that wasn't important right now. "But you're right, I certainly wouldn't argue with a plate of meat. Mashed potatoes with butter and perhaps some sour cream? And a rare steak seared around the edges?" Xelloss suggested. But this cinnamon roll was more than delicious enough for now. Lunch would bring some new flavor sensation.

And perhaps he could even avoid Hellmaster and the princess that long. Oh, wishful thinking...