"...Gulp." Zura swallowed her soup while already reaching for a piece of honeybread before the bowl even hit the wooden surface. She took a massive bite, her cheeks puffing out as she chewed, her hands and utensils practically moving in a blur as she went from one dish to the next.
"Hey, slow down a little," Ethea laughed, shaking her head. "They are all yours. Nobody is gonna take them away."
"Yu shay dat bat I kent stoup," Zura mumbled, her mouth far too full to speak clearly.
Ethea sighed in defeat, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she let her continue her feast.
"By the way, what are all these dishes called?" Zura asked Soren after finally clearing her mouth with a gulp of water. She pointed her fork toward the table. "I only know this one since you cooked it in the finals."
