Villain Ch 1549. Food From a Laboratory
Allen slowed his steps as the scent hit his nose like a surprise punch from an unskippable tutorial boss. He squinted toward the far end of the table, where a delicate cloud of green foam sat atop a slate-black plate like a cursed marshmallow.
He sniffed. Then again, slower this time. "What the hell is that?"
Kai, already at the table and adjusting silverware with the surgical precision of a man whose ancestors were probably summoned when a dining set was born, didn't even glance up.
"Spinach foam," Kai replied crisply. "Chef said it's molecular."
Allen stared. "Molecular? It looks like a science project someone forgot in a Petri dish."
Emma leaned over the table and inhaled dramatically. "Smells healthy." She gagged a little. "I hate it."
Allen pointed at her. "We're in agreement."
