"Mmm, what's this, it's so tasty." Marcia ate with the dignified manner unique to clergy, but in the blink of an eye, she had already drunk three small bowls of appetizer soup, and then reluctantly put down the bowl and asked, "How do you make this? Let me know so I can make it myself when I'm out in the wild."
"Bone Soup." Pannis pointed seriously towards the sewer in the distance: "The ingredients are readily available."
"Pfft." The sound of spitting water immediately resonated, a group of people surrounding the fire gave Pannis an angry look, shifting their gaze between the bowl in their hands and the top of Pannis's head. If they weren't so reluctant to lose their soup, there would probably have been seven or eight bowls flying by now.
