"They were flown in today, so they're very fresh," Jensen Morrison said.
"Are there even planes here?"
"Even if you're eating sea urchin somewhere else, it's not like the plane delivers it directly to your hotel, right?"
"That's true." Ivy Holden nodded. She took a bite, then nodded again. "They really are fresh."
Jensen Morrison sat in silence across from Ivy Holden for a full fifteen minutes. He watched as Miss Holden polished off two sea urchins and a serving of winter melon, water shield, and conger eel rice, yet she showed no sign of inviting him to join. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he rolled his eyes at her, turned on his heel, and walked away.
"Huh? What was he even here for?" Ivy Holden asked Irving Jacobs.
"I don't know. He didn't say," Irving Jacobs replied, just as baffled.
"Never mind him. Come on, let's eat together," Ivy Holden said, beckoning Irving Jacobs to sit down.
