They have chili! …In Hamerfell. Felix’s uncle tried to replicate it once and, well, suffice to say Felix still doesn’t know what chili is supposed to be like.

“Thanks.” Felix leans against the table, cupping his hands around the bowl. He breathes in the aroma before he digs in, savoring the rich flavors, familiar and otherwise.

“That is perfect,” he comments, humming appreciatively before the chili catches up and he starts experimenting with the sour cream and crumbled chips. He’s frowning a little, but it’s his curious frown and it’s not slowing down his spoon. “So, what does go into it? I’ve got… the beef, the tomatoes, the garlic and onion, but that can’t be all.”