[The broth was just bland enough - though not necessarily lacking in flavor, simply lacking in many flavors - that Daryl was able to stomach it without it being too strong or too much for his newly enhanced senses. He still allowed it to burn his tongue a bit to help dull his tastebuds before hes started blowing on it and taking it easy. Much as he wanted to gulp the whole bowl down he knew better than to make himself sick doing so. And he at least had that much control over himself.
He'd almost forgotten Walker was there as he let his senses, both taste and smell, get overwhelmed by the soup. Drown all the other things around him out. Not really relaxing, but not as tense as he had been.
The quiet inquiry brought him back to the hear and now and he glanced up from the bowl - now half empty - to Walker. Took a moment to swallow his current mouthful. Then shrugged as if it was merely okay. His words were more honest than his body, however.]
It's good. There enough for you if I have seconds?
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He'd almost forgotten Walker was there as he let his senses, both taste and smell, get overwhelmed by the soup. Drown all the other things around him out. Not really relaxing, but not as tense as he had been.
The quiet inquiry brought him back to the hear and now and he glanced up from the bowl - now half empty - to Walker. Took a moment to swallow his current mouthful. Then shrugged as if it was merely okay. His words were more honest than his body, however.]
It's good. There enough for you if I have seconds?