Garion went to the restaurant and grabbed a plate without thinking too much.
He sat down, rolled up his sleeves, and dug in.
He was having a big roast chicken.
There were rice and some other side dishes neatly arranged on the side.
He took a big bite.
"…Good."
He chewed slowly this time, eyes half-lidded, actually tasting it.
He scooped some rice, mixed it with sauce, then took another bite of chicken.
"…Really good."
His pace slowed.
Garion stared at the plate while chewing, chopsticks hovering in the air.
"…Huh."
He tilted his head slightly.
"If this chicken was a cultivator…"
He poked the meat lightly with his chopsticks.
"Then the side dishes would be… a domain."
The chicken itself didn't change, but...
"It tastes better when everything around it supports it."
Garion stopped eating.
He leaned back a little, eyes drifting to his hands.
"My body right now…"
He flexed his fingers. Smooth. Strong. Responsive.
"…It's already perfect."
