[ME] [SE] don't go bacon my heart

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

It took very little to lure Melita to any sort of food flare and fanfare, so the fliers were more than enough to have her beelining for the aroma of barbeque and smoked flavors. Her head snapped upwards at the delightful smells, already pinning her hair back from her face as she skipped in. “This smells amazing!” She cackled with glee towards Ronin, opting to be a polite interloper and drop off some bottles of wine and Hel meat, in case there was anything else they wanted to fire up.

Waving to Dantalion and Astaroth as she began filling up her plate, she bee-bopped around to an duck-decored parasol (obviously), striving to figure out where to start (because um the potatoes? But also maybe the peppers, or the ribs and chicken or…).

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun