Live a little

As soon as he offered to give her some assistance, Lia immediately began to spoon up some stew from a simmering pot, lifting the rich-smelling brown liquid up to his lips to test. Artorias swallowed the spoonful she offered up to him with gratitude, doing his best to sample all the flavors instead of just swallowing it down. The stew was thick, rich, delicious, tasting of red meat and earthy vegetables. He furrowed his brow and smacked his lips a few times while he rolled his tongue about his palate, trying to discern what he was tasting specifically. Now, he was no foodie, but he did know how to cook some simple recipes. He was no Lia by any means, but the Aegis could pick out elements like salt, pepper, and rosemary. But Lia was right: it needed... something.

"Hmm, that's a tough one..." Artorias murmured while he pondered the dilemma, not missing the challenging look the autumnal fae gave him. He glanced up over the variety of spices and herbs Lia had gathered to work with, sampling each with a brief sniff. The earthen scent of thyme called to him for some reason, and he pointed it out with a paw. "Maybe some more thyme? Help balance the rich flavors of the meat and broth." He had absolutely no idea if anything he was saying made sense, but damn did it sound good at the time. "Honestly, you'd know better than I would." Art chuckled at his own ineptitude in the kitchen. After watching Lia work for a few moments more, Artorias asked a question he'd been wondering for a little while now, one he had to be sure of to be content. "Are you happy here in the Hallows, Lia?"

"Artorias"