Rhys and Madison
Madison returned the brief kiss. He tasted like champagne and the d'oeuvres they'd just both partaken in. She found she enjoyed the combination even if Rhys hadn't particularly enjoyed the d'oeuvres. As he stepped back, Madison offered him a playful smirk. "I suppose that makes you a lucky bastard," Madison teased.
At his description, Madison frowned. She couldn't imagine eating food that didn't taste good. Of course, he didn't have much of a choice. If he didn't eat, he would starve, but eating should be pleasurable. Delightful. Not torture. Maybe there was a spell she could come up with to make the food taste less terrible for him.
"Hm. Well, it should taste like a combination of tomato, bread, cheese, and a little bit of chicken." Bruschetta was tricky to describe, especially for someone who had never described food to anyone before. "It's okay. Not one of my favorite d'oeuvres, but it was good for what it was."