The adventurers were now fully engrossed, their usual guarded expressions replaced by delight as they devoured their slices with the enthusiasm of travelers who had found something unexpectedly wonderful in an unfamiliar land. Even the prime minister, typically reserved and measured in his reactions, seemed to relax, a rare smile gracing his lips as he savored another bite.
Prince Alaric glanced over at Evan and Emma again. The twins were now engaged in a lively debate about which topping was the best—Evan staunchly defending the pepperoni while Emma argued passionately for the mushrooms. Their energy was infectious, and for the first time in what felt like ages, the prince found himself laughing freely.
"Honestly," he interjected, leaning forward with mock seriousness, "the bacon is clearly the superior choice. Crisp, smoky—it's unmatched."
Evan gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as though wounded. "Your Highness! How could you betray pepperoni like this?"
