"I don't really like seafood but salmon is so delicious," Luna moaned as she took a bite. The lemon sauce spread across her tongue, coating her mouth in exquisite flavor. No amount of tarts could have suppressed her appetite for it.
Ambryan sat across from her. He cut a slice into a seared venison, making sure it had enough puréed butternut squash and a hint of truffle mash. The meat's parmesan crust crisped as he chewed. It added another layer of texture to the dish.
His violet eyes glanced at their third companion. "Is something the matter with the dish, Mikael?"
De La Lune's private room had a square floor. A deep sea blue carpet layered over it. Blinds covered the glass windows that replaced the back wall. At night, the staff removed them and let in the natural light. For daytime goers, they offered a substitute.
