The pervasive aroma of mutton filled Tyrone's nostrils. With an impassive countenance, Tyrone picked up his fork and offered, “Please, go ahead."

Sabrina cast a fleeting glance in his direction before indulging in her meal.

It didn't escape Sabrina's notice that Tyrone wasn't partaking in the feast with much enthusiasm.

Exasperated, she rolled her eyes and deposited a succulent piece of mutton onto his plate.

"Give it a taste."