"Oh." Viola looked down at the vast arrays of food in front of her that Miss Zoe had brought, but her eyes fell on one in particular, and all the blood drained from her face.
Zoe, who was pulling a chair to sit next to Viola and also have her breakfast since she hadn't had the time to do so at home, noticed Viola's sudden paleness as she stared at the food before her.
Her gaze was fixed on the big barbecued fish that had been prepared with fillings and sauce the way werewolves liked them. Zoe followed her stare and then looked back at Viola.
"Are you alright?" Zoe asked when she noticed the slight trembling of Viola's fingers.
At the question, Viola looked away from the fish and blinked before replying,
"Yes… I am fine. The fish looks delicious, but I'm sorry, I don't like fish," Viola murmured, not giving the reason.
