Mike had never been in Amellia's home before. Sure, he had gone to her house to meet up with her, but he hadn't been inside. So as he walked to the dining room, he couldn't help but feel that the place felt...empty, like something was missing. Shaking it off, he sat down at the dining room table. It was overloaded with food, Mike found himself wondering why she had cooked so much. Then she took the cover off of the center piece and poured him a glass of apple juice. So the centerpiece was meat eh? That must mean it's the dish she has the most faith in. Taking a large piece of meat with his fork, he cut off a bite sized piece and ate it. "It's not dry" he said to himself, pleased. While it might have sounded odd to others, drying out a piece of meat was the quickest way to ruin it. That Amellia kept it nice and juicy said a lot about her ability to cook. Taking another bite, he noticed something else "getting a little wild with the spice?" he asked her, with his best attempt at a cheeky smile. He had tasted 3 different spices in the meat. Not that it was a bad thing, some spices complemented each other well. Hell, he knew about a few dishes that use at least ten different spices. Quickly remembering that this wasn't someone looking for an in depth criticism, but a girl he was on a date (maybe, he still wasn't sure) with, he quickly added "it's good"