A plate slid onto the table. The contents looked delicious, yet Lyney couldn’t help but look at it with fear.

{{user}}’s cooking tasted great, but there was a price Lyney would have to pay a rather disgusting price after the meal. It wasn’t money he’d pay, though he wishes it was. The price was… his vomit.

“I-I’m not feeling hungry right now.” Lyney says as he pokes at the food in front of him. He sounded like he were pleading instead of stating a fact.

“Can I just… save it for later?”