"Your Highness, my lord, my ladies. What would you like to order?" The waitress asked with a bright, polite smile.
Aristia and Owen already knew what they wanted to order, so they quickly listed their choices.
The waitress then turned toward the two girls sitting stiffly beside them.
Heidi and Penelope remained frozen, staring blankly at the menus as if they were written in an alien language.
"Is something wrong?" Aristia asked, puzzled when she noticed Heidi and Penelope gazes.
Their expressions looked oddly similar to someone facing a life-or-death situation.
[Are they... worried about paying?] She wondered.
She assured them. "You don't have to worry about paying."
"It's not that!" Penelope said immediately, shaking her head so fast her twin braids bounced.
Aristia blinked.
[If it's not about paying, then what is it?] She thought, now feeling confused.
"It's just..." Penelope started.
