"I do indeed." Syl's voice was warm as she cooked. Taking a small flat board, she slid circles of a strange elastic mixture into the dome of the hearth.

"I've lived here for several years now. It is certainly not flashy like most cities or towns, but I feel like this is home, for now." She took a small wooden spoon and began mixing things in a metal pan.

After about ten minutes, she pulled out the circles of elastic, which were now golden brown and harder, with a sweetness in them. They smelled amazing and had a circle of what smelled like cinnamon and sugar in them.

Gathering two plates, she began fixing up the foods once they were done. Walking over, she set down a clay tray in front of her that had sliced steaks that smelled like deer meat, scrambled up eggs and a wedge of a light colored cheese. Next to those were two of the cinnamon rolls covered in a sweet glaze.

Sylvastra refilled their water cups and brought over a bowl of fruit in case Eden was the fruit type. She gathered up some silverware but it seemed up in the air as to whether or not she expected Eden to use them in the first place. But at least she did lay some cloth napkins near by.

"Dig in!" She smiled over at Eden as she started into her eggs and strips of meat.

The amount of food presented to Eden was…. massive. So many items with each their own scents, it almost felt intimidating to dive straight for it. How long…. how long she fought for scraps of such meals, and it was sitting in front of her in full, no strings attached… right? However, before any questions of doubt dug into her mind, her stomached roared to life, reminding her that eating was a survival instinct, and the lack of bulky meals in the last few moons certainly pushed their way to the front of her mind. She would certainly regret it if any of the meal was tampered with.

Her inner carnivore was quick to hop onto the steaks before her, her hands quick to dive for the nearest chop. Of course, coming straight off the grill, it was still hot, causing Eden's hands to pop back a bit. However, after a quick recovery, her hands picked the chop off the platter and her inner carnivore woke up, her teeth almost resembling fangs now as they tore into the flesh, tearing it off the bone without any mercy or finesse. Table manners were clearly not built into her as she ravaged her meal as if she had not eaten in many moons. For so long, she had to deal with fruits, but they never tasted right with her, so when the chance of fresh meat was available, she was quick to tackle it.

However, once the steak was rightfully devoured in the roughest mess Sylvastra had probably seen in her many years, her eyes were drawn to the baked item. It was something her nose could not recognize nor her eyes could match with. With much more care (and possibly caution) picking it up, she took a quick bite of it, though it was not long before she was choking a bit on it, washing the taste away with the drink before her. It had that one taste a lot of the fruit had, but much sharper, almost to the point of overwhelming her. And it felt very odd in her mouth. She had no real way to describe how it felt…

The last bits she jumped for here there yellow fragments that were piled up in a corner. One by one, she popped the pieces in her mouth, trying to understand what it really was. It was no meat, but it certainly not fruit or the brown, sweet wheel, either…

By the time she was done eating (probably making a mess of herself once again), she looked up at the dragonessa and told her. "Thanks. Good food."

Syl watched her only briefly, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable at her table. She smiled as she saw the girl seemingly relax, at least a little, and dig into the food, especially the meat. As she seemed to recoil at the cinnamon rolls, Syl put a hand to her mouth.

"Oh, dear. I'm so sorry. I should have warned you that stuff was sharp tasting." She shook her head and made a note that if she were fortunate to have Eden visit again, no more cinnamon rolls for her.

She did notice Eden seemed ravenous and wondered a bit sadly what led her to such a state. Taking her plate, she slid it over in front of Eden. Having gone after the rolls, egg and cheese first, she had most of her meat left. Her face broke into a smile. The meat hadn't cooled that much either.

"Here, you can have the rest of my steaks if you want. You seem to like it more than anything else."

Eden blinked a bit when Syl passed the platter of meat in front of her to the tigerkin. Most of it was still in tact, too. Still, Eden could not stop herself from shaking her head. "Had lot," she replied, her stomach certainly satisfied with taking in so much meal at once. However, not everything made it inside her. Thanks to her ravenous eating style, the deer juices dripped from her lips a bit, landing upon her chest. She looked so much worse than she did before the pond wash.

Wiping her lips with her arm, she undid the collar's latch once more before using her finger to scrape away whatever may have gotten caught in it. After so many years of dirt and rust being so close to her neck, getting a chance to clean it out had also become a habit. Not only that, but it also helped open the airway a bit more, letting her train her lungs even a bit more easier.

Once she seemed alright with it, Eden latched the collar back closed before gazing back out to the sun, feeling much dryer now. Having a little place one could call their own… enjoying peace and quiet at one's whim… it was such a strange luxury to her still…