You end the call right then, because you can't take it anymore. A wave of ravenous hunger overtakes you as your nostrils open to take in the smells of that savory, delectable, mouth watering, juicy...
That ham comes out first, slices already curled off the bone, garnished with a couple of vegetables. The drawer full of silverware is right next to the fridge, and in moments, fork tines lift pink marbled slices onto a plate, and some wedges of cheese alongside. The meat practically bursts with flavor as you eat, and you giggle with the absurdity of gorging yourself instead of being sensible. But why not, if there's so much to eat and it's paid for? Especially when you're this hungry...
The second trip to the fridge yields a plate piled with different meats, roast beef, turkey, some more of that ham. It isn't until you're halfway through enjoying the differences in tastes and textures that you realize that you've made a whole meal of nothing but meat. As you lick your lips clean of the faint tastes of the second heaping helping, your stomach feels firm and fine, and your eyes droop halfway into that special dreamy place where everything's right with the world. The snow is falling silently outside, waves of warmth come from the fire, and it is a safe and secluded place to do...
...Just about anything, you decide with a smirk. No one will know if you decide to get a little wild. After all, that's what vacations are for. And if it's not safe outside, it's certainly safe and warm inside, and there's no one to judge you but you.
So you get up from the chair, placing the dishes in the sink, the smell of the meat still close by, and you wash your hands for a minute or two. With the slightly citrus smell of the soap, you wonder what to explore next...