A few minutes after Martin's conversation with NukEncore, she sat at the counter while countless sweets lay spread across it, all prepared by Martin and Samu.
The kitchen had turned warm and crowded in a comfortable way. Steam still drifted from fresh tea, and sugar and cream hung in the air.
Plates, crumbs, fruit peels, and half-finished desserts covered the counter in cheerful chaos while Samu moved through it all with the weary control of a chef guarding his kingdom.
She devoured them like a gluttonous little monster and did not care in the slightest what she looked like. Her cheeks puffed adorably as she chewed, a smear of cream touched the corner of her lips, and the little pile of emptied plates beside her kept growing. Even in a game, the sight was enough to make a person stare. After watching her tear through only a few snacks, even Crimson Halo felt her eye twitch. She could not bring herself to take another sip of tea.
