Choose one word, and then describe a person walking like that word without using the actual word:

Pulchritudinous: used of persons only; having great/heart-breaking/breath-taking physical beauty

Her stride was breathtaking in every right. Each step that she took had a good dose of breathtaking pride, a dose enough to knock fifty men cold. Her chin raised ever so slightly, she appeared a princess even to those who had known her in that flowing nightgown of hers. Gone were her days of living in the shadows as an ugly caterpillar, this beauty had emerged from her cocoon into an angelic, dazzling butterfly. Her heels clicked on the stone floor as she reached the bottom of the staircase, a tap dancer walking onto the stage. It was her time to shine.

Choose another word, and describe the smell of food from the kitchen.

Inviting: offering the promise of an attractive or enjoyable experience.

Slowly, my eyes drifted open, and my senses awoke to the waft of warming breakfast aromas. Sweet, warm, tasty; tantalising, captivating, fast-breaking. I filled my lungs with this smell, it danced through my nostrils and dove with into my throat, I was fairly certain one could get a considerable sugar-high from this smell alone! It lingered on my tongue, calling me closer and closer, all I could think about was chomping, wolfing, and devouring. I could imagine the glow of the red hot element heating pancakes to their greatest perfection. The crackle of butter on a pan, bubbling of a kettle, and clinking of cutlery pushed my mind further and further away from my bedroom… My warm bed turned from comforting to hellishly hot, I kicked the sheets practically into orbit, tied my dressing gown, and then it hit me: the blistering cold. The journey to the kitchen was not to be as simple as it seemed. The Breakfast Gods were playing their little game, taunting me, torturing me! But when I finally forced the windows open, the harsh, glaring headlight of the sun forced me into my bed once more. One point to the Breakfast Gods.