One and a half hours were up and it was time to reconvene with everyone else at the food court. Frankly, Sun-young felt annoyed. There was so much to explore in the mall and she and Marta barely managed to scratch the surface.
In her arms, she was carrying several bags of food. Guilds replaced companies in every sense, including markets and food. For Sun-young, she took a liking to a small-time guild that specialized in Southeast Asian food, her hand occupied one such food. Hotteok, a sweet pancake filled with honey, brown sugar, cinnamon, and nuts—folded and wrapped in paper, making it convenient to carry on the go.
Marta blinked and eyed her from the corner of her eye. A question that had been brewing since forever was finally coming to the front of her voice. "I-is it offensive to ask how you never get fat?"
A big bite later, Sun-young replied, "I walk a lot. Before, it was my campus. Here, it's the Nebulous Bazaar."
"Is that really why?"
"Yes."
