Nina, who had long anticipated her trip to Light Breeze Harbor, had been looking forward to the elvish cuisine of the City-State, only to finally face the cruel reality.
She now sat at the table with a blank stare, looking at the heap of black substance on the table that emitted an indescribable odor—overcooked pancakes topped with fermenting beans that were stringy and bubbly. The combination of smells was so heart-stoppingly pungent that one could imagine it without even tasting it. This went beyond Nina's understanding of "food" and appeared more like some kind of abstract art.
Opposite her at the table, Sherry obviously wasn't faring much better, facing a pile of "Elvish localized version" of sweet thin pancakes, the aroma of fermented cheese turning her rather pale.
After a long while, Sherry lifted her head to look at Nina across from her, then pointed at the food on the table with a gesture, "They say this thing is a pancake..."
