"It's delicious," Loras said as he swallowed his last bite. He chased it with water, then sat back and patted his bare, flat stomach, letting out a puff of air. As a man who lived on five small meals a day, usually consisting of protein powder shakes, he never ate that much. He rubbed a little at his belly button, just below a bruise that he was sure Obi put there and looked at his friend, a bright grin crossing his features. They both looked like they'd been pummeled by a juggernaut. "You look like hamburger meat," he said, then laughed, letting his head lull backwards elegantly. The Oxycodone had officially kicked in.