A long minute after a butler delivered wise words with all sorts of interpretable meanings, the time of day played the tune of noon.
In the dining room, no more conversations occurred; instead, the squad indulged in delicacies. The food ahead tasted like it descended down from heaven.
Such a thing, proved the exquisite culinary skills of a wise man dubbed as Reginald, a man of all trades: not a jack of course.
And as the group tasted his art, clarity came unto weary minds. The discomfort from the rows of events seemed to burrow deep into nothingness.
All that remained were clear heads and filling stomachs. Food does bring people happiness, and it shows.
"Thi-is, so-so-so-gud," Elina said with crumbs spilling from her mouth.
"I agree," Salin nodded, munching on something that looked like a chicken… it was not.
(Though it's a safe meal, don't think too much.)
