Niko licked and cleaned his fingers quickly, then wiped off the filthy residue on his sweater and reached for the final bag, wondering if it would be even better than the rest. After Noelle's comment, Niko cleared his throat and retorted, "why?...Does art look better on a wall?..." he focused on Noelle's face as she continued eating the super-spicy meat, then he took a small bite of the next kind of meat - a perfect cube of beef which appeared to be toasted and encrusted with another meat. The meat had an addicting crunch as he bit into it, and it was cooked well enough that the juices contained within bled out of the wound, coating his tongue with whatever incredible flavor the meat had.
"No wonder people don't eat meat like this very often....it'd cost a fortune, and it'd make all other foods gag-worthy..." All the same, Niko continued biting away at the nugget of brilliance, hoping that the other seven pieces would taste just as good later on. He looked back at the wall of art, as if to answer the question he previously asked, and continued biting into the strange, but incredible piece of meat.
The music was progressively getting louder as the band got more energetic, and Niko's heart rate was increasing as well. The whole experience was surreal, as if he had died without realizing it and was now being treated to an undeserved fortune of pleasure. As he looked around at the other people, he found a few of them looking over at him and Noelle with smug or knowing expressions, then hastily looking away at the realization of being watched by the subject. Niko barely thought anything of it, as the music and the taste of the meat was more than enough to distract him from his normal caution of others.
While looking back at the art wall, feeling as if it had been hours since she made her comment about his art despite the actual half-minute increment, Niko discovered a thought which he had not made before. "What about this situation is strange?.......Sitting on a warm blanket with a girl, eating meat, listening to music, looking at art, talking, injured,.....it's familiar...." Niko could not figure out what his subconsciousness was getting at, so he continued slowly eating the inch-thick cube of meat until it was gone, staring at the wall of art, deep in thought.