"Nom…"
Fiona took her time savoring the ultra-sweet sweet cream, cheesy delicacy lying on her plate.
Her mood, which was beginning to deteriorate before, was already showing rapid improvement.
Her feet swished underneath the table with childish glee. Thrudd didn't know if she had ever seen her friend be so carefree.
"You, uh… really like carrot cake, huh?"
"It's the superior delicacy." Fiona pointed her fork at Thrudd menacingly. "There's nothing better for one's spirit than vegetables and cream cheese. It's almost healthy."
Thrudd opened her mouth to speak.
"I said almost, boob dragon. Now keep your focus off my widening hips and fix your fucked up relationship."
Even though the two of them were sitting directly across from one another, Thrudd and Behemoth had yet to actually cross eyes.
Instead, they made uncomfortable eye contact with everyone else in the Norse tavern. Several patrons had already walked out as a result.
