When No. 76 entered the living room, the other four witches were sitting around the round table and enjoying the new food that had just been provided by the servant.
"Good morning," Amy was the first one to greet her, "Come over here and have breakfast. Besides bread, we have fried eggs and milk this time! I haven't had such a sumptuous meal in a long time."
"Sure," She agreed, a happy look on her face, as she took a seat beside Amy. After losing her sense of taste, food was only consumed to sustain life, while the process had become torturous. Having this affliction for hundreds of years now, she could calmly engulf the trash-like, tasteless food. She would then provide the appropriate praised based on her distant memories. "This is really delicious!"
"Isn't it?" Amy mumbled as she chewed some egg, "It has been over a year since I last ate fried eggs..."
