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“ Correct. And the meat from east of Adrestia. I just hope the Emperor won't notice a pig or three missing from their stables. ”
She says in jest. It is good to make merry of what they have in spite of the dwindling supplies and the handful of allies able to support their cause.
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Have you no desire to devour, Galatea? The dish surely won't eat itself.
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“ All the more reason for you to spare a bite. ”
She then adds in a low whisper,
“ And the head chef cannot take it anymore, it seems... ”
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A sense of relief washes through Gwyneira ( and the chef ) at the sight of the house member scarf down the food in record time. As Ingrid always have.
It is only then she joins her in seat and reveals her hand in the situation.
“ I am glad, then. The ingredients were not easy to obtain. ”
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Another strays from his home and into mine. A guest, perhaps? One mine Palace can accommodate?
Or an adversary? One mine halberd itches to exchange with?
Either is welcome. It is, after all, shameful to be anything but hospitable.
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