[A/N: Alright, the novel will continue instead of ending it lazily like i intended. Happy Reading :) ]
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The food came in waves after that. Roasted Voidhorn ribs glazed in something that smelled like caramelized starlight, a soup so tender it dissolved before the spoon even reached the mouth, and a stack of fruit that only John, Azelis, and Jibril dared touch, because the servants knew exactly what tier those fruits belonged to.
Azelis picked up a rib and inspected it with the mild curiosity of someone judging a stranger's cooking before she took a bite.
"Not bad," she said. "Better than the last three restaurants we tried."
"That's because the last three didn't have people threatening our lives while we ate," Jibril said dryly, sipping from a cup of something violet and steaming. "Manners improve fast once you flip a family head upside down."
"I didn't flip him." John tore into his own plate without looking up. "I misplaced him."
