Adeline's stomach grumbled. She was seated before an enormous table that was in the center of the beautiful dining room. Windows were aplenty, allowing sunlight to bask upon the pearl white floors, with gold embezzled within the polish. The table stretched from one half of the room to the other half, revealing bountiful dishes of all sorts of color, aroma, and culture.
There were waffles, pancakes, rice porridge, milk tea, and even more.
Presented before Adeline was a plate of salad and soup. The food was within reach. She glanced down at the salad, which consisted of brown sugar glazed beetroots, freshly harvested corn, spinach, kale and so much more, with a lovely balsamic sauce.
"Is the food not to your liking?"
Adeline raised her head. In his long, slender fingers was a crystal wine glass, with a suspiciously dark red liquid. She prayed it was just red wine.
"T-the good looks great," she said.
