The troops sat outside the restaurant along a bench, with some sitting on the dirt path as they rubbed their full stomachs and readjusted to being on land.
"That was the best cod I've ever had!" Prav said, his mouth watering at the lingering flavors in his mouth.
"I wish my wife were here so I could have her get the recipe. I'd ask her to make that for me all the time." Nascor said with a laugh.
"Hey, Nascor, I have a question for you." Prav said, whispering as he leaned in.
"What is it? Just ask." He said, leaning towards Prav in a hushed tone.
"How did General Marix become the General so quickly? I mean…..it was what? A month?"
Nascor pulled back and stared at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"What are you talking about? He's always been the General."
Prav looked around in the air with his lips parted as his tongue darted out to drag along the corner of his mouth before he looked back at Nascor.
