"Eh?" Ned's jaw dropped, not the usual him, but, not the usual words were spoken to him either.
And ICE teased him further by repeating Swift's voice inside his head.
["Marry me."]
["Marry me."]
["Marry me."]
Swift then raised a hand, finally, waving for the server, meekly waiting beside the balcony, to tend for their orders.
Metals clanked, oils sizzled, and murmurs cried in the kitchen somewhere else.
The server, male with braided hair tucked behind by a simple knot, took Swift's order with Ned.
Ned brushed off the surprise. He had eaten bread recently. But, to fully develop his body, protein is what he needed. Roasted meat he ordered. While Swift, took over by her feminine side, gave up on sweets: a cream sprinkled with crumbs of bread swirled inside a bowl. It's what Sasani had said to the server. The server nodded then left the two.
