IT'S BEEN a while since I've come here.
By 'here,' Hanna was talking about the plaza— the one for the common people, not the plaza for the elite.
To be precise, she and Lewis were roaming around the busy street lined with food stalls.
Of course, the two of them were both wearing hooded cloaks as a disguise.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to a restaurant to eat, my lady?" Lewis whispered, obviously avoiding calling Hanna by her name. Although he was speaking in a low voice, it wouldn't hurt to be extra careful. "There's a decent place nearby."
"Oh, I'm fine," Hanna said while munching on the fifth meat skewer that she had bought. "I'm enjoying the street food that we've been eating so far. But do you want to eat at the restaurant you mentioned?"
Lewis shook his head. "I'm just thinking about you, my lady."
"Don't worry about me. I've learned how to eat street food from your 'mother.'"
"Hmm."
"You're not going to say your catchphrase?"
"Catchphrase?"
