"Mmmmhhh~~!
Nom nom nom~"
I'm chomping away happily, cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel, as I sink my teeth into a giant, juicy hunk of meat!
Today, Eris and the catgirl maids went all out and cooked up an absolute mountain of food, just for me!
Filoan legs!
Grilled snow boar belly!
Wyvern eggs!
And not just that—
There it is.
Right in the center of the table, stealing the spotlight:
A gigantic roasted wyvern leg, twice my size, laid out like some legendary beast offering its blessing to the dinner gods. The crispy golden skin crackles when I poke it with my fork, and the scent—gods, the scent!—smoky, buttery, a little wild.
My mouth's already watering just looking at it.
But wait! There's more!
At the far end of the table sits an entire castle made of cake and ice cream! Yes, an actual castle! Complete with frosty towers, whipped cream battlements, chocolate windows, and jellybean guards. The whole thing sparkles like something straight out of a fairytale dream.
