The waiter soon returned, carrying a tray with two elegantly plated desserts. Each one was a small, delicate creation—beautiful to look at but, to Julia, rather underwhelming in size compared to the price she'd seen on the menu. The dessert was a dainty arrangement of spun sugar, candied fruits, and a small dollop of some creamy mousse, intricately decorated with edible gold leaf.
As the plates were set in front of them, Julia leaned forward, squinting at the dessert. "This… is it?" she muttered under her breath.
Lucan, clearly amused, gave her a soft chuckle. "It looks like a work of art, doesn't it? You've got to admire the craftsmanship."
Julia poked at the delicate structure with her spoon, watching the sugar strands glisten under the dim light of the restaurant. "It's tiny," she grumbled, her disappointment poorly masked. "For the price they're charging, I could've had an entire meal at a normal place."
