Litvir should have been minding his own business, but he couldn’t help himself. He had headed into the kitchen to make himself some dinner, but much to his surprise, someone else was already in there. Not someone Litvir expected.
“Why are you staring?” Galyn asked as he whisked unknown ingredients in a bowl. “Why are you so engrossed with my being here?”
Litvir moved away from the doorway and casually made his way to the refridgerating unit, pulling the door open and inspecting its contents.
“You are not normally in here.”
“Well, not all Decay Lords are without mortal needs and desires!” Galyn grunted, somewhat defensively.
“I know, you are not alone there. But you seem to eat secretively. As if you are ashamed of needing food.”
With a small smile, Litvir continued to inspect the fridge, occasionally peering around the corner to glance at Galyn. The Decay Lord was clearly busy cooking a meal for himself, but Litvir couldn’t quite tell what.
Galyn ignored Litvir for a moment, and quickened his movements. Whatever he was whisking was now white and fluffy, almost rather stiff. Satisfied with the whisking, Galyn started sifting a brown and white mixture into the bowl.
“There is nothing wrong with eating food!” Litvir smiled. “Perfectly natural. A requirement for many.”
“An unneeded, guilty desire for others though…” Galyn frowned, now slowly folding the mixture together. “I do not need to bake this super fluffy brownie cake, I do not need to eat at all, but here I am, baking a super fluffy brownie cake. Unneeded calories that I will not burn off.”
Litvir thought for a moment, then shrugged. “You are a god, more powerful than most. You cannot simply just change your form to however you desire?”
Galyn rolled his eyes, going back to his cooking. He began pouring a stream of brown, thick liquid into the bowl. After some gentle mixing, Galyn poured the entirety of the mixture into a metal dish, then shoved the dish into a nearby oven.
“You would be surprised how difficult it is to change your shape and keep it changed subconsciously…” Galyn growled. “Surprised you do not know, considering how close you are to Arkay.”
“I actually do not know Arkay that well.”
“Really?”
Livtir shrugged, helping himself to some mead, slamming the fridge door shut. “I met Arkay for the first time on the Thantir One.”
“Huh…” Galyn trailed off. “I thought…”
“Nah. Retvik and Arkay were close in the past. Now, we, uh, share.”
Galyn grunted some more, turning his attention back to the oven. Something dinged. With a weak smile, Galyn pulled the steaming hot brownie cake out of the oven. He then started melting some chocolate in a hot, metal bowl alongside some cream. At first, the mixture seemed clumpy and uneven. As Galyn whisked further though, the mixture became far more uniform, smooth and silky.
“Want some?” Galyn asked. “I always prefer my chocolate brownies and chocolate sauce when they are warm and fresh.”
“Sure, why not?” Litvir grinned, reaching for some bowls and spoons. “After all, I might as well indulge in some guilty pleasures of my own…”