The spices make B.W. break out in an instant sweat. His eyes go wide and he pants a little as he shoves spoonful after spoonful into his mouth.
"Fire burns webs. I don't care how many years you build a house of straw. I can blow that house down." That's about all he can manage around the heat and spiciness his palate is not accustomed to tastes so extreme. "oh my god," she might here him whisper between bites.