Clasp!
The oven door opened as hot steam billowed out.
Xyrea stepped aside and, like an ordinary person, used oven mitts to pull out the baking sheet, where, amidst the well-roasted vegetables, a juicy turkey sat right in the center.
Silvana stood to the left, preparing the sauce and a fresh salad.
It was the middle of the night at the Citadel, but their appetites were higher than ever since they'd been playing board games for the past few hours.
Whose idea was that?
Tap.
One lime wedge after another fell into a tall glass, while Gladius, with great attention to detail, prepared several cocktails for the three of them.
"Agh…?" Silvana's eyes widened as she froze in place, her knife having cut the cucumber only halfway.
Xyrea noticed her unusual reaction.
"It seems something happened?"
"Hmm?" Gladius turned over his shoulder, chewing on an orange slice.
A few moments later, Silvana smiled and placed her hand on her chest.
