Marina nearly choked on her laughter, covering her mouth as she set her chopsticks down. "Please, no one mention living food while I'm eating," she said between giggles. "I'm pretending it's normal dinner, not… whatever this is."
Veyra smiled faintly, the corners of her eyes softening. "At least it's fresh," she said dryly, taking a careful sip of her Moonpetal Spirit Tea. The faint luminescence from the cup reflected against her pale skin, casting a serene glow. "This one feels gentle—it balances the blood aura instead of agitating it. I might bring a few jars home."
Catherine nodded approvingly. "You and your plants. Even your tea has to come with a lecture on aura flow."
Veyra shot her a look, but her smile lingered. "Knowledge keeps us alive. You'd understand if your blood arts didn't rely on improvisation."
Before Catherine could retort, Freya leaned back in her chair, chuckling. "Ah, it's been too long since I've heard you two argue about techniques. Makes me nostalgic."
