Nolan's eyes lit up a little. "Ohh, meat, huh? That's good," he said with a small smile.
"Yes, Master," Linda replied proudly.
Lyra wasted no time—she grabbed her fork and knife and immediately started devouring her portion. "Finally! I was starving!" she said between bites, her usual grace forgotten as she tore into her food.
Damian, however, just stared at his plate. His brow furrowed as he leaned down, inspecting the steak as if it were some strange artifact. "What… is this?" he muttered. "This tiny… juicy-looking thing?" He tilted his head. "I usually eat a whole beast… maybe ten, if I'm in the mood. But this? This is so small."
He glanced around the table. Nolan had already started cutting his steak neatly, spearing a piece with his fork and lifting it to his mouth. Celia and Linda, of course, were watching Nolan dreamily as if even the way he ate was divine.
