The soft chime of the mana curtain shifting signaled the return of the waiter, followed by a smooth line of floating trays guided by subtle glyphwork. Plates settled gently into place, releasing waves of steam and aroma that instantly warmed the space between them. Spiced meat, delicate herbs, rich broths, and crisp-glazed fish—all glowing faintly with the natural mana infused during preparation.
Layla leaned over her plate, eyes practically shining. "Finally. Real food."
Jasmine hummed in approval, already breaking into her stew. "Flavor. Texture. I could cry."
Even Astron, ever composed, took a slow bite of his fish and nodded, as if silently validating the kitchen's competence.
Leonard took his time, sipping the black chai first, eyes half-lidded in thought. Then, as he began cutting into the lentils, his gaze shifted subtly—settling once more on Sylvie.
He didn't ask right away.
