"The food here is good," Edward admitted as he sampled a few items from the table set up in the lounge outside a certain nightclub.
"We're food specialists, Ed," Aurora smiled at him, tasting some fruit. "They're not bad; it looks like the fruit harvests are on the right track." She praised the texture and sweetness.
"It seems they've been improving their fruit cultivation as well." Edward nodded.
"We've been trying to diversify the market for a year now. The Hazzards have managed to deal some serious blows to our economy, using dirty tactics. So we have to find ways to develop better—especially since the death of my uncles and my grandfather."
"I see." Edward knew that the death of Aurora's uncles and grandfather about 10 years ago was what had caused them to fall into such a difficult situation now.
