This story is rated M for mentions of explicit themes. So take young gnome-adults away from your computers, send them to work at the mines instea- Err, I hope you have a great day. Here's a digital cookie 0. It is a little burnt around the edges it seems... sorry.

"There you go, Mister. Please, enjoy your dinner."

Veigar simply glares at Morgana as the smiling Fallen Angel sets down a steaming plate before the Tiny Master of Evil and then casually takes her leave. Moments pass by in contemplating silence, the yordle sorcerer's amber eyes carefully examining the clearly content faces of his fellow patrons. The clicking of silverware against porcelain plates and the customers' pleased hums the only sound permeating the small restaurant's interior.

After a minute or so, Veigar grabs his fork and then plunges it downwards with a determined expression. The fork easily sinks into the delicate exterior of the perfect meatball, a bit of mouthwatering warm meat juice springing forth silently, spilling all over the dish's steaming spaghetti. The Tiny Master of Evil pauses once again, staring intently at his food as he lets the magnificent scent of his dinner waft about, enticing his nostrils.

Half a second later and Veigar brings the fragrant round object within biting distance. His small yordle mouth opens exposing two rows of straight white glinting teeth that graze the edge of the hooked meatball, chipping off a miniature portion of the meatball's mass. The gruff spell caster chews his small morsel carefully and then audibly swallows.

"Delicious!" The amazed yordle instantly exclaims, startling the other customers around him with his high-pitched voice. Veigar then proceeds to shove the entire meatball inside his mouth and chew at it furiously while simultaneously talking. "Omnomnom! Delicious! Delicious! Delis! The rich flavor of the ground Poro meat is flooding my mouth, whilst the subtle acidic taste of the bittersweet tomato sauce is complementing the meatball's strong flavor perfectly!"

Veigar then takes a forkful of spaghetti and chews it slowly.

"Mmmm! What is this! The pasta is plain, but equally delicious! It has been boiled to utter perfection until it is soft enough to be chewed properly without the pasta strands melting together or becoming watery and losing their form! The faint earthly flavor of the pasta makes me want to eat more meat and tomato sauce! It's like those three ingredients are drawing me into a delightful game of abstention and fulfillment!"

Veigar minutely imagines himself tied to a chair while wearing a revealing BDSM suit. Right next to him, three muscular half-naked men with faces made of pasta, meatballs and tomato sauce are lightly whipping Veigar's bare chest with long strands of boiled spaghetti.

"Omnomnom! This iss soh gooht!" The Tiny Master of Evil yells as he happily wolfs down his food. "Tis iss soh good! Sooooooh good! Goohd! This dish is somehow warming my cold heart while filling my empty stomach!"

The tiny dark wizard then notices a small wooden shaker that's resting innocently at the middle of his table. Morgana's specially made mix of dried herbs and spices. With wide eyes and as if in a dream, Veigar slowly reaches out for it and sprinkles a little spice on the side of one of his mouthwatering meatballs.

"I wonder, can this dish can become even tastier?"

With a shaky hand motion and deep hitched breathing, the Tiny Master of Evil brings the small object before his open jaws and takes a big bite out of his excellent meatball.

"Aaaaaaaargh!" The furry spell caster moans pitifully as Veigar's legs start jolting under the table and his whole body starts shaking violently. For a brief moment Veigar is back in the dimly lit BDSM dungeon where Tomato Sauce, Pasta and Meatball now start sensually rubbing strong spices against his exposed body.

"Too mahch!" Veigar moans with his mouth still full. Desperate to escape this terrible pleasant torment, the Tiny Master of Evil starts chewing faster in order to empty his mouth and rinse his palate with a glass of water, only for more and more flavor to mercilessly assault the poor yordle's taste buds with each frantic bite. The miniature mage's captors inside Veigar's daydream also become more and more aggressive as a result, sprinkling dried basil leaves inside the restrained dark mage's underwear and rubbing ground coriander dust against his hard nipples.

"AaaarrrgghhH!" Veigar moans as his fists ball around the wrinkled tablecloth and his whole body jolts forward, the Tiny Master's giant wizard hat abruptly dropping from the top of his head revealing the grumpy yordle's currently flustered blushing expression to the whole restaurant. Veigar's surprisingly cattish face is twisted in pleasure, his mouth hanging wide open. The sinister spell caster's upper part firmly pressed against the surface of the wooden table, his torso stained with tomato sauce and spaghetti.

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Veigar doesn't know for how long he is left embracing the damn furniture with his hips still jolting and squirming weakly in the air. Seconds? Hours? The exhausted male yordle wouldn't know in its present disoriented condition.

The Tiny Master of Evil only notices Morgana observing him when his heavy appendages' twitching finally ceases. The Fallen Angel's knowing smirk is positively sardonic as the tall pale purple woman lightly sets a plate with a slice of strawberry cheesecake onto Veigar's messy table, and a paper towel with her cell phone number written on it just beside it.

"This one is on the house, Cutie." Morgana smiles sweetly before wordlessly turning around to return back to the kitchen. Veigar merely watches the corrupted celestial strut away seductively while putting an emphasis on the exaggerated movement of her hips. Veigar abruptly jolts once again and whimpers pathetically as he presses his forehead against the sauce-stained tablecloth, his already vivid blush suddenly intensifying.

Notes: So I wanted to try writing a scene like the ones in manga where people suddenly start talking about their foods while chewing for like an hour or so, and somehow they never happen to choke or need to pause to inhale air. Is this how it is done? Also I wonder if Morgana's ™ has a Kid's Meal on the menu. Maybe she provides catering at fraternity houses and bachelor parties?

And I said "What about Breakfast at Morgie's?"

She said "I think, I remember her feeding me meat"

And as I recall, I think, we both kind of liked it

And I said, "Well that's one thing we Urgot"

Shokugeki no Morgana.

"But that isn't the final form of my dish! Look again, Veigar, for my dish is designed to become better and better as more time passes."

Veigar merely narrows his eyes at Morgana, but then the tiny judge's eyes widen in shock. "Chocolate? I taste chocolate! But how?" Veigar then lowers his daze at his melting fork with an expression of pure awe.

"Exactly," smiles Morgana. "I've made these forks out of chocolate beforehand so that they would slowly start melting while you were eating my food, turning the dish into a captivating journey for your palete."

"I-I guess the win goes to you then-"

"Not so fast, dear sister!" Suddenly shouts Kayle. "Because my own dish isn't so simple either, I made some chicken broth and then vaporized it and scattered it inside this room through the air conditioning system. So my final ingredient is now trapped in liquid form inside the lungs of Mister Veigar, there. I intentionally made my soup spicy so Veigar would cough and force the broth from his lungs to his mouth! Any minute now..."

*Cough *Cough

"Incredible!" Veigar then abruptly exclaims. "I have some trouble breathing, but suddenly Kayle's vegetable soup is making my taste buds cry tears of joy!"