The waitress returned a few minutes later, balancing a large wooden tray with practiced ease.
She carefully placed each plate before them.
The house special was surprisingly simple.
Freshly baked bread.
Herb-roasted chicken.
Seasonal vegetables.
A bowl of creamy vegetable soup.
And slices of roasted potatoes seasoned with fragrant spices.
Lythriel stared at the meal for a second before breaking into a satisfied grin.
"I knew trusting the chef was the right decision."
John chuckled.
"You've never even eaten here before."
"I trusted my instincts."
Sylvara smiled as she picked up her spoon.
"Your instincts seem pretty reliable when food is involved."
Lythriel nodded proudly.
"They've never failed me."
Even Aerion allowed himself a faint smile.
