Relief. The exalt leaned back in his chair, sighed in relief and rubbed his exposed belly. Any shirt he would have worn wold have ridden up to his chest by now. Around him were piles of empty plates, the contents of which were all emptied into his tremendous gut. He'd never been so stuffed and he was certain this wouldn't be the last time.
Resting his hands upon his distended stomach, Chrom decided to sleep off his meal and dreamt about how this situation came about.
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