The exquisite carpets on the ground, the glittering candlelight adorning the nearby dining tables, and the endless spread of delicacies, pastries, and fine wines made the banquet feel as rich and colorful as a Dreamscape.
Like a magician pulling a trick, Leonidas produced another parasol and beach chair for Orion.
Orion casually plopped down, took the glass Leonidas offered, and took a long, comfortable gulp.
"You know, you gotta admit, this Isabella chick's got some serious style," Leonidas said, raising his glass in a toast to both Isabella's taste and Orion.
"Big boss, are you just going to ignore me?" a wounded voice came from a fishbowl on a nearby round table.
Kraken was draped over the edge of the bowl, one tentacle holding a goblet, one holding a roasted chicken leg, and another balancing a plate of pastries. The sight was utterly ridiculous.
"Here's to you, Kraken," Orion said, leaning over and clinking his glass against the one held by the cheerfully grinning octopus.
