Every bite of the muffin revealed things to him. The surface was dry and dark-brown from the cocoa and baking progress that made it a different texture compared to the contents inside of it that were softer and full of airy caves. They kind of gave the muffin a ‘sponge-like’ appearance to it, but that didn’t lower its precious taste in any way. Since this was stable food that Daiko was able to eat without crocodile stomach returning again, he took the chance wherever he went - café, restaurant or corner shop - to buy a muffin and just devour it with joy. Coda, on the other hand, was prohibited from eating this since her bird stomach can’t digest cocoa for some reason. She was a raptor, not a parrot. Anatomies like that held great importance in matters like this one, for while Coda couldn’t enjoy the delicious chocolate muffin’s tastiness, Daiko couldn’t digest… h-he couldn’t digest the uh… uhm…
Now that he thought about it, most of what Coda ate - slain prey such as rats, rabbits, boars, snakes and other birds - were edible by the Fire Mage himself. What a strange thing, since it wasn’t exactly normal for a human male to eat such things on a regular basis - especially not every day and so liberally as Daiko did it.
His ear twitched by the voice of a familiar woman entering the café. Yes, she was one of those huma- uh, people who hadn’t been forced to adapt to such primal food chains. She was, fair to say, exalted in that way… in her own, unique way that Daiko knew some about. Smiling, he greeted: “W-Woah, haven’t seen you in a whi-“ Coda took the word and cut him short with a loud shriek and flapping wings of happiness.
“C-Coda, calm down! I know, I know, we’ve missed her, but she was like busy and all…” he ensured the excited armful of plumage, “I-I’m not the only one up at night?”
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