Vella still held the goblet at arm's length, frowning into it, when Loccy came skipping up, grinning wide. The Spoon of Plenty swung from her fist like a trophy, a smear of sugar crowning her chin.
"It never runs empty, I tested it nine times and it kept making soup," she said, hoisting the spoon toward the lamplight.
"Then you're the richest woman in the Below, sweetheart," Vella drawled, thumbing the sugar off that chin.
"I'm going to buy a goat."
"Of course you are."
Hajin limped over with Juna steering him by the elbow, one hand pressed against his sore stomach.
"That contest is still fighting me from the inside," he said, lowering himself onto a bench.
"You ate a plate the size of a shield, Idiot, then you let a rabbit finish the rest," she said, smirking.
"Technically I was the rabbit for a minute."
"Technically you cried at a cruller," Rumi called from the next bench, a stolen cake balanced on her knee.
