"Guys! As I said, this doesn't have any food in it. I just love seeing people's reactions. The food is cooking right now, it'll take a couple minutes to complete. Now, I'll just get you something for that nice little sickness you have there." Alistar shoved the pot into the bucket of water and rummaged around in his bag before pulling out a little vial full of a red liquid. "I'll mix this in with your food and it should get rid of your strain and give you some more energy. So, try not to die before it is finished. And SIT YOURSELF DOWN!" Alistar says loudly, walking back to where the food was cooking.

Synthesis sat down, subdued and tired. She had almost run around like a headless chicken in her haste to find water. It was only because Darkhor had got there first that she hadn't done so. She took the bucket of water from Darkhor that she had been offering up and emtied it out before giving it back to him as a sick bowl. She then moved to find a cloth and, upon finding it, she whiped Darkhor's mouth uncerimoniously and threw it onto the side, out of the way. Next she filled a cup with water and passed it to the Drakkollis so he could wash out his mouth and spit into the bucket.

"So Alistar…" She sighed, "Do you want to clean the vomit whilst keeping an eye on the food or put the Drakkollis to bed?"

"I'll clean it up, he'll be fine after he has this." He dangles the vial in the air. He pulls out a rag and starts wiping up the vomit. After that, he checks on the food and smiles. "It's done! I'll bring it out in a second!" Alistar pulls the cork off the vial and holds it there as he puts the food onto some plates he magically found. He pours the vial into Darkhor's food and happily brought it out. "Here we go! Mr. Saurguse, yours may taste different because of the elixir in it. But, it shouldn't be drastically different. So, eat up!"

Synthesis nodded and moved to take her own plate. The food genuinly looked quite nice. She went to flop down in her chair and placed her meal on the table ready to eat. She noticed with pleasure that there was already cutlery there. "Thank you, Alistar." She said and began eating slowly. The spices in the food were quite strong and soon her eyes and nose were watering while her mouth was on fire. She went to get herself a drink and sat back down again. This was going to take a while to eat if she had to down half a glass of water after every few mouthfuls. But if that's how it had to be, then that's how it had to be. Synthesis was not going to turn down a good meal… she hoped.

Darkhor sniffed the food but first used the water given to him rinsed his mouth out before he got up and sat himself down at the table. Picking up a fork and a knife he struggled the same manner of how the Drakkollis ended up nicking his finger.

He made another attempt then at the third try Darkhor gave up almost immediately and hung his head down in frustration. The Drakkollis didn't look up and grumbled thinking about how he wished the other Drakkollis where there with him.

Alistar sighs, staring at the Drakkollis with a hopeless look on his face. "Do you need some help? Cause I could, after I get Raukaas and Sona." Alistar looks around for the two. After a fruitless search, he just decides to yell. "RAUKAAS! SONA! FOOD'S READY!" He yells, getting back to the two eating. "So Synthie? How is it? If it's spicy that's what I was going for. Now, what was I doing?"

Raukaas immediately turned his head sniffing the air and yelled, "FOOD!!!" The young Drakkollis took his pets and Son a to the table sitting down.

He quickly started digging into the food and eating not bothered by the heat, "It's DELICIOUS! THANK YOU thank you!"

He was very excited then stopped noticing his father looked down and then talked very quietly, "Is dad ok?" The little Drakkollis reached over and poked him in the shoulder.

Darkhor just grumbled, "No…" That was the only word he muttered and lowered his head. His long tongue snaked out and started to lick his food.

The next moment he had head down lower and chomped bites out of the food like an animal refusing to use the cutlery. Darkhor didn't say anything at all.

Synthesis nodded. "Yes, Alistar, it is very good. I've just got quite a low tolerance to spicy food." She promptly took another large gulp of water to sooth the burning in her throat. She bad probably drunk just as much as she had eaten of this meal and was beginnig to fill up with it. Unpon hearing the fallen angel's suggestion, the girl turned and took Darkhor's fork. She got a large shovel of food on it and carefully raised it up. "Here Darkhor, open wide."

This would give Alistar a chance to eat and her a chance to let her food and water go down while her mouth recovered. When Alistar was done, he could take over from her. She smiled faintly as she thought that it was the farther, not the son, who needed feeding.

Alistar smacked the back of Darkhor's head. "Have some manners! And don't be afraid to swallow your pride and ask for help! Now, I hope you all enjoy it. And if you want anymore you just need to ask!" Alistar smiled, taking a bite of his food. "I forget what it's like sometimes to have a cooked meal. My traveling mostly made sure of that." Alistar sighs. "But, every once in awhile it is great to have. Especially when it is spicy, those are the best!" He says cheerfully, his face red from heat.