Even though Anel moved quickly to grab the porcelain jar, the moment she poured it into her bowl, she turned as slow and careful as a snail.
Watching her sister's exaggerated caution and the confused looks of the three young men across from them, Andine couldn't help chiming in,
"I've always wondered why Anel turns into such a glutton every holiday. Turns out, it's because of all the saltless food here, huh?"
Sprinkling a pinch of salt into her soup, Anel finally responded,
"You've just never gone months without salt. Even if I'm not starving and my stamina's fine, it still feels like… something's missing."
Andine gave her sister a look that screamed, you're being dramatic.
Anel clicked her tongue. "That's because you've always lived in Matara Lake. We mermaids need salt. And in the capital city, salt's a rare commodity…"
Unexpectedly, Anel went off on a full rant.
