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I sat at the end of a very long table. THe room cloaked in darkness. Raz sat beside me, watching me pick up my spoon for the fiftieth time. I contemplated to bowl before me, trying desperately to decide whether the brown chunks floating in it were vegitable or animal. The broth was watery and greenish, and the bread I'd been given looked like a dark brown lump ,resembling a brick. My throat convulsed aprehensively.

"It's nutritious" Raz said quietly, smoothing his hands across the mahogany table top. I looked up at him, spoon still poised in my left hand. Raz, short for Rationality, was a man made up of muted colors and simple grace. But these things did not hinder his beauty. Soft brown eyes peered out from straight downy soft chocolate brown locks. His face too was made of muted lines. A medium sized nose, medium lips, and a softly rounded chin, neither to feminine nor too masculine. I enjoyed his company emensely. Of all the male counterparts I had met, he was the only one that didn't make me feel defensive or that I had something to prove. I was comfortable, and well rounded with him. I slowly dipped my spoon into the bowl, finding other types of lumps had sunk to the bottom. The spoon trembled as I brought it close. No smell wafted forth, making my nostrils flare. Ssomething good should have some sort of smell shouldn't it? I closed my eyes, and quickly jammed the spoon into my mouth. The substance that trickled down my throat tasted like the best beef stew I'd ever tasted. My mouth watered and a sound of pleasure hummed up from my chest. I opened my eyes, and reached for the bread. It was softer than it looked , and flaked of in my hand. One bite told me it was a buttery pumpernickel. I was half way through the strew and the bread before I met Raz's eyes again. His smile was one of affection. It made me frown.

"Did you make me eat that?" I asked. He shook his head slowly, and took a few cumbs in his hands.

"You haven't eaten in days, The food is not bad for you, though slightly unappetizing. I simply made it taste better." he said, sounding very logical. I expected to be mad. Which I usually was when one of them started messing with my innerworkings. But I couldn't seem to muster it up.

"Thank you for being concerned." I murmured taking another bite of my "stew".

"Well, if you die, I die." he said softly. I stared down at my meal, and shrugged. It was the truth. Raz sat quietly beside me. While slurped the green slop. Savoring the thought that some how it was the best thing I had ever tasted.