Several days later, Rose Iron Prison, core area inmate cafeteria.
"The portion size for this meal is really cursed. My appetite is more than ten times yours, and yet they expect me to eat the same amount as everyone else," Lamia complained as she shoveled food into her mouth.
"That's just how it is in prison, meals are at fixed times and amounts. Normal people's appetites can't compare to a magical beast's," Presia said from across the table, giving her a glance, "Besides, you might want to work on your table manners."
Lamia barely used utensils when she ate, just using her hands to scrape together a few bites before lifting the plate and dumping the rest into her mouth.
"It's a wonder Lamia doesn't just swallow the plate whole during her performance. If you're still hungry, you can actually request to buy some canned goods and bread," said Daili, who sat one seat away from Presia, "But I reckon the whole commissary's stock would only be enough for one meal for you."
"Achoo!"
