The Incubus System Chapter 1038. Two Boiled Eggs, A Sausage And Mayonnaise

The Incubus System Chapter 1038. Two Boiled Eggs, A Sausage And Mayonnaise

"Displaced," I corrected her. "Now that we’re all on the same page, I’m going to grab some food. Sit tight."

With that, I turned and made my way into the kitchen, leaving Puriel sitting at the table under my pets’ watchful eyes. I opened the fridge and realized I had no idea what kind of food an angel would like—if they even liked human food at all. I paused for a moment, scanning the contents of the fridge.

‘Soda? Nuggets? Sausages?’ I thought to myself with a wry smile. Well, it would be funny if she loved “my two boiled eggs, and sausage with a bit of mayonnaise”. I had to stifle a laugh due to the image. That would be hilarious.

I shook off the funny thought and tried to focus. "Concentrate, Ethan," I muttered to myself, staring at the shelves of the fridge. "What do angels eat? Or like? Something light, maybe."

"Uh, maybe some fruits? Yogurt? Milk?" I grabbed what seemed appropriate for someone in her condition—soft foods that wouldn’t be too overwhelming. As I shuffled through the fridge, I found a jar of honey tucked away in the corner. I frowned, knowing I didn’t buy it. It must have been Celia’s, though I couldn’t imagine what she’d use it for. Maybe for pancakes. Still, honey seemed like something an angel might like, right?

I shrugged and decided to add it to the collection. With my arms full of yogurt, some fruits, a bottle of milk, and honey, I closed the fridge and carried everything back to the table. Puriel looked up at me curiously as I placed the food in front of her, while my pets observed, still cautious but no longer on high alert.

"Alright," I said, setting everything down. "There." I gestured to the spread of food in front of her with a bit of a flourish. "Let’s try this one by one," I added with a grin, feeling a little like I was conducting a strange experiment. "You’ve never eaten before, so let’s see what you like."

Puriel blinked at the assortment of food on the table, her expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. Her fingers hovered over the various items as if they were foreign objects, which, in all fairness, they were to her. She had spent centuries in a crystal.

"These are all edible?" she asked, her voice tinged with doubt as she picked up a bottle of yogurt and stared at it like it was some kind of alien artifact.

"Yes," I said, trying to suppress a laugh. "Humans eat this stuff all the time."

She brought the bottle closer to her face, sniffing it cautiously. Her brow furrowed, and she looked at me, confused. "Why does this look different from the food in the past?" she asked, clearly referring to the time before her imprisonment.

I sighed, realizing just how out of touch she was with the modern world. "Because this is modern food," I explained. "Things have changed since the last time you were... you know, around."

With an almost comical seriousness, she eyed the yogurt bottle again before making the decision to bite into it, the plastic crunching under her teeth.

I blinked, my flat stare masking my internal scream. ‘Yep, she really has no idea what yogurt is,’ I thought, resisting the urge to facepalm.

I took the bottle from her hand, prying it from her teeth. "You don’t eat it like that," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I unscrewed the top and handed it back to her. "Here, now try it."

Puriel took the open bottle from me, still looking suspicious. She sniffed it again and wrinkled her nose. "It smells... weird," she commented, her face scrunching up in confusion.

I leaned in closer, my patience thinning but still intact. "Just. Try. It," I said, emphasizing each word as if I was talking to a stubborn child.

She gave me a cautious look before raising the bottle to her lips. Her first sip was tentative, and I watched as her expression shifted from cautious curiosity to outright confusion. She pulled the bottle away and looked at it as though she couldn’t quite understand what she had just tasted.

"This is… strange," she said, her voice low. "It’s sour?"

I chuckled. "That’s yogurt for you," I said, shaking my head slightly. "Some people like it, some don’t. It’s good for you, though." I didn’t know if yogurt was suitable for a weak person or not. But she wasn’t a person to begin with. ‘Hope, she won’t get stomached from this.’

Puriel hesitated, then took another small sip, clearly trying to give it a fair shot. She didn’t make any faces this time, but her neutral expression told me everything I needed to know. She wasn’t exactly thrilled, but at least she wasn’t gagging.

“It’s… edible,” she said cautiously, as if still weighing her verdict. Her voice lacked enthusiasm, but the fact that she was even willing to acknowledge that it was edible felt like a small victory.

“Great,” I said, trying to keep the mood light. "Baby steps, right?"

She offered a faint, unsure smile, but the confusion in her eyes didn’t fade. Her entire existence before this moment had been so far removed from something as simple as eating that it was like introducing her to an entirely different world. I figured it was best to ease her in with something more familiar—or at least something she should technically know.

I reached for the milk next, pouring a generous amount into a glass. The liquid sloshed gently as I set the glass in front of her, pushing it across the table with a small grin.

"You should like this then," I said, leaning back in my chair with a satisfied smirk. "It’s milk."

Puriel stared at the glass, her brows furrowing slightly as she studied the white liquid.

Surely she knew about milk, right? Milk was ancient. It wasn’t like yogurt or processed foods; it was milk—basic, universal, right?