The cooking class ended shortly after Selara gave her usual blunt verdicts on the students' dishes. Some laughed, recalling how she had called certain plates "unbearable shit", while others muttered that they'd never try again. Despite her sharp tongue, no one seemed offended—if anything, her honesty had become part of the entertainment of the class.
'She probably opened this elective just to eat properly,' Trafalgar thought as he cleaned his station. 'Knowing her personality, I wouldn't be surprised at all.'
One by one, the few students in attendance filed out of the room, their laughter and chatter echoing down the hallway. Among them was Aubrelle, who helped tidy up the leftovers before leaving with her usual serene smile.
Trafalgar's eyes lingered on her for a moment. 'The Rosenthal family… who are they, really? Aubrelle is a legendary character, so it wouldn't hurt to get closer to her. Besides, she has such a calm personality—it's hard not to like her.'
