"Don't any of these dishes turn your stomach? Don't any of them make you feel nauseous? Anything at all?" he asked, still in shock as to how well she was taking it.
Sierra chuckled as she shook her head, "Have you already forgotten, My King? I grew up in the forest and on the road in an army camp. All of these dishes are nothing compared to some of the things I've eaten.
Nothing could come close to what I had to eat while surviving in the forest..."
She looked into his eyes as she continued with a grin, "I'm not like nobles or the princesses, Your Majesty. I'm not going to wring my nose in disgust at any of these."
Looking back down at the plate, "In fact, I'm quite surprised you even managed to get them here."
"Which one is your favorite?"
Sierra pointed to the yellow-fleshed fruit, "This one."
