Lucid absolutely refused to open up about the topic of divine gossip about the cult leader. Frankly, the high cor could not blame the villager for that. Gods had the same right to privacy that normal people did not possess.
Whereas the cookies and the decorations were quite lovely, with the former having an amazing texture that literally melted inside Ted's mouth and exploded with sweetness after receiving a suitable amount of saliva and the latter getting more and more pleasant with every glance towards the graceful, minimal lines of the tasteful, fudgy gray of the wood, it appeared to the high cor that the general feeling of the cuisine around here was weird.
