Whatever Nox was making, it smelled terrible and rich. There was meat, which was delightful, but then there were other things that did not smell so wonderful, but intriguing. Watching him curiously, she sneered and frowned as he piled odd looking things on some kind of bread, and then put it all together and brought it over. Studying it, head tilted slightly, she debated it. It did smell... something. Maybe it would be good. Picking it up with both hands, looking it over, she took a hesitant bite, letting her tongue get a taste for all the flavors.
By the time Nox came back with water, half her sandwich was gone, her mouth full to the brim with meats. "S'oog," she mumbled at him as she chewed, cheeks bulging.