"So I'm gathering." Edmund turned a page, revealing a sketch—detailed and accurate—of one of the dumpling makers at work. "Tell me, Ms. Louvel. How did you organize this resistance so quickly? The decree was issued six days ago, yet you've already recruited a dozen chefs, established a partnership program, and coordinated this showcase. That's... impressive efficiency."
The way he said "impressive efficiency" made it sound like a question. Or an interrogation.
"I had help," Marron said carefully. "Millie knows the vendors. Mokko handles logistics. The chefs I recruited believe in protecting street food culture. It's not complicated—just people working together for something that matters."
"And your cooking equipment?" Edmund asked, his tone still perfectly pleasant. "I've heard interesting rumors. A food cart that produces unusually good results. A copper pot that never boils over. Small details that people mention in passing."
