Silon's anticipation was palpable as Timha, with her grace and culinary finesse, carried a tray laden with exquisitely prepared plates.
It was as if an invisible force propelled him from his previous sitting position to the table where the fragrant feast was to be served. His eagerness knew no bounds, and he unceremoniously seated himself, not waiting for an invitation from Timha.
D3 couldn't help but chime in, somewhat incredulous at Silon's impatience. "Can't you just hold on for a moment?" he asked, his eyebrows arched in amusement.
