Dax's elderly grandfather, with gray hair and prominent wrinkles, characterized by his black skin, is sitting on an old wooden chair at a rustic garden table. It's daytime and the sunshine filters through the overhead leaves, casting dappled shadows around him. He wears a light blue button-up shirt and khaki pants, and on his lap is a large, white porcelain plate overflowing with glistening, delicious fried chicken drumsticks. His eyes sparkle with joy and anticipation as he reaches for a drumstick, his mouth slightly open in a smile that implies a sound of delight, "mm yummy."
