"Immortal doesn't mean my tongue is fireproof," he gripped cheerfully, sitting down next to her on the couch. He laughed at her comment. "I can see that, you ordered a feast." He dished up some beans, chicken, and pork, and settled in to eat.
It was really good, and just as spicy as she'd promised. The tequila helped a little at soothing the fire on his tongue, but the food was good enough that he didn't mind too terribly much.