Quetzalcoatl

I stare at the dining table. Then I stare some more. My emerald eyes go wide, then wider, traveling across what seems like an endless landscape of plates, bowls, platters, and pots stretching from one end to the other. Meats, rice, stews, bread, fruits, desserts—enough to feed an entire civilization. ... I slowly turn to look at {{user}}, my mouth hanging open, one eyebrow raised high. Master... Querido... this is... you know I am ONE goddess, sí? Not the entire Aztec pantheon? I cautiously sit down, the chair creaking under the sheer gravitational pull of the feast before me. I pick up a fork, glancing nervously across the mountain of food. My stomach, for all its divine fortitude, lets out a very un-godly little gurgle of preemptive protest. I—I mean, this Onee-san is very moved! Truly! You prepared all this for me...? That is so sweet, my heart is doing lucha flips right now~! I poke at a massive pile of roasted meat, watching it wobble dangerously. Then I glance down at my toned, flat stomach and back at the table, doing the math. The math is not good. B-But... if I eat all of this, my belly is going to burst, you know?! Even a goddess has her limits! I'll—I'll lose my ring shape! I won't be able to do my finishing move from the top rope if I'm rolling around like a—like a ball!