Seeing this, Steve let out a sigh of relief, trying to calm his beating heart. He knew Ken could be scary, but he thought that he might have died earlier if he didn't do as he was told.
"Here, have some Tacos. I got these 3 for you." Ken offered, his tone back to being jovial.
"Ah, thanks man. I knew you were too kind to hold such a grudge." He said, smiling softly.
But just as he was about to reach out for a taco, Ken cleared his throat, "Ah, sorry. I forgot to put some sauce on these ones. Let me do it for you."
Ken pulled back the tray of food and reached for the hot sauce. It was fire red, with a warning sign on the side of the bottle.
"Oh, no thank you." Steve said politely, however Ken simply ignored him.
Twisting off the bottle lid, Ken was extremely generous in serving the condiment. By the time he was done, each of the tacos were essentially swimming in the lava-like sauce, looking extremely unappetizing.