"A pleasure to make your acquaintance sir!" he called after the man. When the delicious aroma of the bread reached Iorwerth's nostrils he sat up straight, eyes closed as he enjoyed the deep inhalation he drew of it. He followed Tick's example and cut into the bread, amazed as some of the cheese leaked out onto the plate and a wave of steam was released.
The centaur clapped a hand to his belly and moaned. "Angsar it looks good! Thank you so much Ben!" A hurried bite forced his eyes closed once more as a second moan of pleasure hummed past his lips. "Best thing I've ever had," came his praises. "May I have the great honor of bearing your tale and word of your food to other hungry listeners? This," he waved his hands in front of him, "feast cannot go without telling!"