After finally calming down, I let Eris know I'm ready.
She raises her hand and calls out, "Lilly, we're ready!"
"Coming!!!"
The waitress responds cheerfully, finishing up at another table before making her way over.
And now that I get a proper look at her—
Oh. My. God.
She's adorable.
Lilly is a sheep-girl, with short, fluffy blonde hair and big, curvy sheep horns curling atop her head. She's dressed in a cute maid outfit, complete with a frilly apron and thigh-high socks.
I'm pretty sure dieval waitresses on Earth didn't dress like this.
This outfit is 100% sothing you'd find in a modern-day maid café in Japan.
BUT—
I AM NOT COMPLAINING!!!
Lilly is absolutely precious, and the way she smiles?
It lts my freaking heart.
I almost want to order everything just to see her happy little reactions.
"Alright, my order is already in the making. What do you want, Felicia?" Eris asks.
I clear my throat, regaining focus, and open the nu again.
To make things easier, I point at the dish nas as I speak.
"Can I have the dium-sized dinner combo for one, please? Green salad with lettuce, tomatoes, and cherry vinaigrette sauce, a side of mashed potatoes with double cream, creamy mushroom soup, and five lamb skewers!"
I finish my order proudly.
That should be plenty for .
But then—
I look up.
Lilly and Eris are staring at .
Both of them tilt their heads slightly—identical expressions of confusion.
I glance around.
A few other people at nearby tables are also staring.
Huh???
WHAT???
I instinctively touch my face. "I-Is there sothing on ?" I whisper, suddenly self-conscious.
Eris smiles, but her eyes are still full of amusent. "No, nothing."
Then—
"But... are you sure you can eat all of that?"
I blink.
...
OH. RIGHT.
HOW COULD I FORGET???
I'M A GIRL NOW.
My appetite probably isn't what it used to be!
I probably can't eat as much as before!
What if I waste food?!
I panic.
"T-then... c-can I get the smaller combo instead?" I blurt out. "Sa things, just less potatoes and at!"
I love eating healthy, so I won't cut down on the salad—a balanced diet is important.
Besides, if I don't get enough vegetables, I might get constipated.
And who wants constipation in a dieval fantasy world?!
No toilets, no toilet paper—just suffering.
But—
Eris and Lilly exchange a quick glance.
There's still a flicker of puzzlent in their expressions.
Then—
"Let's go with the normal combo, please. Double the at," Eris says with a grin.
"Alright!" Lilly chirps, jotting down the order before bouncing away.
Wait.
What???
I turn to Eris, completely lost.
She's still smiling.
"Co on, Felicia, I know you're being considerate because I'm paying, but you need to eat properly! Don't hold back, okay?"
"O-Oh!!" I nod quickly, though my mind is still spinning.
I don't get it.
I really don't get it.
What the heck just happened???
Was I being weird or sothing???
——————
Even during this busy hour, the kitchen and service here are shockingly fast.
Less than twenty minutes later—
My food arrives.
And holy crap—
It's huge.
The green salad looks fresh and crisp, the mashed potatoes are steaming hot, creamy and smooth. But the real showstopper—
The skewers.
Not five.
Not six.
TEN whole, beautifully grilled skewers, stacked onto the plate like a mountain of pure, aty goodness.
Everything is super-sized.
Oh my god.
I don't even know if I can finish all of this.
But the sll—
The sll alone is heaven on a plate.
I practically start drooling as I stare at the feast before .
But—
Eris's food isn't ready yet.
I want to wait for her, to be polite, but—
Bbbbbbbrrrrrrr!
My stomach betrays , growling so loud it might as well be a battle cry.
Eris chuckles, clearly amused.
"You don't need to wait for . Just dig in!" she says with an easy grin.
I hesitate.
"T-then... you can have so of mine while you wait! Here, try a skewer!" I offer, handing one to her, feeling a little guilty for starting first.
"Hehe, sure!" Eris grins, accepting it. "Thanks, Felicia."
"Hehe," I giggle. "You don't need to thank —it's your money, after all!"
"Oh, right." Eris laughs. "Anyway, eat up before your food gets cold!"
"Yeah!"
With zero hesitation, I dig in, my hunger fully unleashed.
———————————-
Seconds later—
Sothing feels off.
"...Huh? What's wrong?" Eris asks, noticing my hesitation.
"N-n-nothing!" I stamr, still chewing on my salad.
Nom. Nom. Nom.
But—
Why does it taste like this?!
It's just a regular salad—lettuce, tomatoes, a bit of vinaigrette.
And yet—
It's bitter.
So bitter.
I almost spit it out but force myself to swallow.
I vaguely rember reading sowhere that the more bitter the vegetable, the more antioxidants it has.
So...
This is good for , right?
Right?!
I brace myself, determined, and take another bite.
I can do this.
I swallow—but it's even harder than before.
The soup is next.
I take a cautious sip—
And imdiately regret it.
It's... bland.
Like soone boiled a mushroom in water for two seconds and called it a day.
And the mashed potatoes?
There's sothing off about them.
It's not the texture, but the taste—sothing subtle, sothing wrong.
I can't quite put my finger on it.
It's just...
Kind of gross.
But—
On the bright side—
The at skewers?
Perfection.
Smoky, tender, bursting with flavor.
Before I even realize it, I've devoured all nine remaining skewers in record ti.
Yeah, I probably looked gluttonous as hell.
But I was starving, okay?!
And the at was too damn good to resist!
Suddenly, Lilly pops by to check on our table.
"Well, how is everything?"
"E-everything is great! So tasty!" I lie through a forced smile.
I don't want to complain—it feels rude, especially after the quick service.
"I see, I'm glad you like it!" Lilly smiles.
And then, right at that mont, Ding!
The small kitchen bell rings.
"Oh, I think your food is ready!" Lilly says to Eris. "I'll be right back!"
"Alright!" Eris replies casually.
As I sit there, it hits —I don't actually know what Eris ordered. She just asked for her "usual."
She must eat this dish all the ti.
Now I'm really curious.
What kind of food does Eris like the most?
But before I can ask, sothing else catches my eye.
"Eris... where are your utensils?"
I frown, realizing her side of the table is completely empty.
Eris smirks, leaning back in her seat.
"Utensils? Nah, you don't need those for drumsticks."
"Oooooh! Drumsticks!"
That makes sense!
So, Eris is a fan of chicken.
I an, she's a catgirl, so of course she likes chicken!
It fits her perfectly.
But then—
Lilly returns with Eris's food.
She sets the plate down—
And my eyes widen in absolute shock.
AYO!
What the heck?!
Those aren't chicken drumsticks!
More like dinosaur's drumsticks, absolutely gigantic!
Each piece is bigger than my leg, and there are a whole freaking three of them!
I stare.
My brain malfunctions.
Eris just grins, completely unbothered, cracking her knuckles as she eyes her al.
anwhile—
I sit there, trying to comprehend how this catgirl is about to devour sothing that could easily be used as a weapon of war.
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