Lyra shifted, resting her chin on her palm with a low groan. "I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," Viola teased, but her own stomach betrayed her with a quiet rumble. She smirked, adjusting her ornament like it was nothing. "Maybe she's not the only one."
Xavier laughed under his breath and tapped the side console built into the couch. A sleek menu unfolded in front of him, glowing faintly. He didn't even bother asking what they wanted — he just ordered enough for ten people. Exotic cuts, roasted meats, fresh fruits preserved from alien gardens, spiced drinks that glowed faintly in their glasses.
"Food will take a while to arrive."
Lyra mumbled through a mouthful, "That's fine. I can endure it."
The next set of items rolled in on the screen while they waited.
Lot 309 — a rare mineral cluster, glowing faintly with traces of unstable energy. Sold for thirty million.
Lot 310 — a pair of enchanted blades forged on some backwater fantasy planet. Sold for seventy million.
