Truly, it took a massive amount of willpower not to take off a bite. The cool air outside helped with the scent a little.

"It was," he agreed with no small amount of beaming pride, and followed along after a quick draught of ale to avoid spilling while they moved swiftly for the canal.

Easing into the gondola with full hands proved a task, but with Lily's help, managed to settle in as Eleven eased them out into the water. In the middle of the canal, he slowed them to a gentle, inert drift and finally settled down with his meal.

Eleven wasted little time in tearing off a strip of meat with his teeth and a gratified hum just as soon as the salty grease hit his tongue.

"This is proper food."