He brightened up. "Of course...I'd like that. And I understand." The male said simply. He went back over and took the small pot from the fire, letting it cool for a moment before pouring the stew into two separate bowls. He handed one to the male, along with a wooden spoon. He just ate the stew quietly, in no mood to brag about it now. His thoughts were just focused on hell, and what it would be like there.
/I'm sorry for the short post, I'm not feeling well.