"Try my pastries."
The female pastry chef was promoting to everyone.
But Edward, little Bansey, and Griffin just kept shaking their heads.
"I'm not Jason, I don't have that big of an appetite."
Edward said with a wry smile.
Although he really wanted to eat more, he knew that if he didn't want to feel sick later, it was best to stop now.
The same was true for little Bansey.
After all, the cakes made specially by Hannibal were quite substantial.
Griffin could have eaten a little more.
But when he thought about the cake being made by Her Majesty for Jason, he didn't dare say he wanted to try it.
He didn't want to be thrown into a cesspit and drowned.
Nor did he want to be hacked by a kilometer-long Light Sword.
The former was a suffocating way to die.
The latter was death without a whole body.
So, in the end, all of the female pastry chef's desserts were placed in front of Jason.
