"Thank you, Almighty Mother, for providing us with our daily sustenance. It is by your grace that we are able to partake of this simple meal."
Uttering praises to the supreme deity who created the world and all living creatures in it, they opened their eyes to see the "simple meal" described in their prayer.
Pickled cucumbers and bread.
That was the entirety of their lunch. No meat, no other side dishes – it was truly the epitome of a "simple meal."
"Ah, cucumbers again."
Thor, Hofman, Wagner – their mouths trembled at the sight of the meal before them, their eyes twitching in a final spasm, their expressions matching the color of the chunks on their plates.
Compared to the days when they had to munch on jerky while traveling, the relentless appearance of pickled cucumbers as main and side dishes in their daily meals back in Niflheim assaulted their senses, taste buds, and digestive systems.
