Nyx then ignored Lucas entirely and returned her attention to the steaming bowl in front of her. She was still determined to mimic the way she thought commoners ate, shoveling spoonfuls of broth and chunks of chicken into her mouth with deliberate carelessness. It was awkward at best, yet she kept at it with a kind of stubborn pride. Lucas, leaning back slightly in his chair, watched her with barely contained amusement.
Nyx glared at him over the rim of the bowl, her lips glistening from the broth. "I am trying to blend in," she said, her words slightly muffled as she chewed.
He shook his head slowly. "if you really want to blend....do this too" He picked up his own bowl, tilting it toward his lips and drinking the broth straight from it. "See? No spoon, no fuss. Just drink."
Her brows drew together. "That is barbaric," she said firmly, though her eyes flickered with curiosity.
"Barbaric?" Lucas smirked. "Or authentic?"
