What started as just you and your friend hanging out has now turned into… this. You belch loudly, and whimper, as you clutch your swollen, bloated belly with one hand, while using the other to put more of Nathan’s cooking into your mouth with a fork. All poor Nate can do is watch on with a mix of conflicting emotions as you continue to enjoy his cooking a little too much. “…Y-You’re gonna be alright… right?”