"I am so glad it's you're cooking Mabe. I've tasted all the food around the world and yours is still the best." I say.

"Let us hope you still have gratitude after this meal." Mabe says.

She removes the silver dome. It smells like honey wheat. It looks like a bowl of pig's slop to be perfectly honest, but I know Mabe. Her cooking would make the angels cry. It would shake the Heavens. To be honest, what attracted me most to Mabe was her cooking. Goblins should not be as good as she is in the dabbles of culinary arts.

"No eggs?" I look at her.

"You need your strength back Goodfellow." She pokes my broken arm.

I wince. 

"Okay, okay. Point taken. Porridge? Great." I snap my fingers.

I would clap but my arm was still very much broken. It feels like it had been broken into a thousand pieces.  I'm not used to feeling this vulnerable. I feel weak. I feel like all my strength bled out of me. I wince as I feel the bandages. I can feel the blood leaking. I can feel my own heart beating; it's kind of creepy. It feels like all my muscles all have individual life force. It's very disorienting.  

"My famous maple porridge." Mabe picks up the spoon.

"I can eat it myself." I take up the spoon.

"But it's so cute when I feed you." Mabe points out.

I let out a breath. I can feel my only good hand shaking. I open my mouth and Mabe shoves it into my mouth. I think the bottom of the spoon scratches the inside of my mouth. It was hot. She needed to work on the serving size. She stuffs another spoonful in my mouth. She might be enjoying this way too much. 

"How is it Goodfellow?" Mabe asks.

"Mm... delicious!" I grunt.