Reeva had been looking forward to the meal. It would be his first time eating food cooked by priests, which felt special since it wasn't every day one got to try a holy meal. However, when the food finally arrived, a harsh realization hit him.
They were priests.
It seemed obvious in hindsight. What had he expected from people who spent most of their time studying the teachings of God and praying? What he got wasn't just far from gourmet—it barely qualified as presentable food.
If he'd known it would be this bad, he would've arranged to have burgers from his own place distributed during lunch.
The meal consisted of two things: a bowl of soup and a grilled potato. The soup had only three ingredients—carrot, some kind of greens, and chicken breast. The broth was pale, probably from cream, and just from the smell, Reeva knew it would be bland.
