Zivon looked at the doughnut that Drow placed on the table and in front of him. “Older” She said as she pointed on it, he looked at the doughnut for a couple of minutes. He knew what to do, and touched the treat with his index finger. Actually he was relaxed, not really scared by the new things or people he had seen. Maybe he was getting used to it…after a couple of seconds the doughnut he was still touching started to rot, mold started to appear and the smell was getting unbearable. 

‘…Wait I hated doing this to food!’ When he realized that he felt nauseous by the sight he had created, he forgotten the fact he hated using his power on food, mostly the age acceleration one. He stopped touching it and covered his mouth, the mess he had created on that doughnut made his face green. “Oh god…” Sadly enough he had a weak stomach when it comes to disgusting things like that. He stood up, ran towards the nearest trashcan he could find and started to threw up the breakfast he had ate.