I want to eat :(
So you sing.
I am on a diet...
Do you love Bordeaux?
She: I would try... don’t bother.
He: I slowly open the pot, a thick steam runs underneath the lid. There is Bordeaux! He is still hot! The air around fills with a delicious drunken aroma of freshly prepared Ukrainian borst. Mmmmmmmmm And you can no longer resist this smell, in the stomach pleasantly sinking from the anticipation of the divine appearance. And here I take in one hand a large, deep plate, and in the other a glossy metal slate. I eat this desired food and throw it into the plate with a precise throw. You did not have time to fill more air in your lungs and from the spectacle you saw fell into a hungry fainting.
She: shrink, no drop of sympathy :'(((