Chapter 51: It was just a sip
Cass would be the first to admit it.
He was a sucker for a good park.
How the man found out about it, was a completely different story, if he even knew it. Cass had always found peace in nature. It was why it hurt so much when Sam had restricted his movements again after he had tasted the freedom of the gardens around the mansion.
This? Outside, where he could hear the birdsong, the sounds of people moving about their everyday life, and the soft whisper of violin music in the distance? He would never admit it to Lord Vespertine, but it was a good way to earn brownie points with him.
He was never going to admit it to him though.
"How is your food?" Lord Vespertine asked and Cass blinked. He’d been lost in thought, staring at the fountain and listening to a couple have a not so quiet argument nearby.
"Oh. It’s...good." Cass told him and Lord Vespertine chuckled.
"It looks...appetizing." Lord Vespertine told him and Cass knew he was trying to be complimentary. Even his tone sounded...like he wasn’t sure he’d even want to put it into his mouth. Cass pushed a piece of chicken around on the plate, chuckling at the bland colour of it.
"Honestly, I wish I didn’t know what food tasted like before this. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t notice the difference. It’s not bad, I just...miss some things." Cass admitted. "It’s interesting that I can drink pretty much anything, but eating? It does not follow the same principle." Cass told him and Lord Vespertine shifted, interested.
"How interesting. What do you remember tasting?" He asked. Cass licked his lips, staring at the white meat on the plate before him.
"Flavour." Cass muttered and Lord Vespertine sputtered, before he tossed his head back and laughed. He had to put down his goblet so he didn’t spill his drink. Cass noticed that the man had only taken a few bites of his sandwich, but had drunk a full bottle of whatever was in that goblet.