"Hm."
Rosana, the noble who has trained her manners in front of others, made a visible scowl at the egg roll she tried.
"It's servicable." She settled the bento aside; hands dusting off casually in front of Mel, now pouting with her legs folded.
"If you feed this to the Drakes of the Northern Outskirt," Rosana smirked.
"I'm sure the soldiers would've a much easier time shooting them with their tummies bloated with an acid-like pain."
"Oh come on!" Mel flailed her arms. "I know you're judgemental in regards to food, but I'm not that bad-"
Then, Mel recalled the disgust from her housewife Lila; the disgust as she smashed two eggs together, wonderfully wasting the yolk and smacking them onto the ground.
"Okay. Maybe, I'm a teensy bad."
Mel glanced away, cheeks heating up. "But you can say I tried."
Again, no favourability dropped? Means Rosana didn't dislike it, right?
Mel sighed a little; her past life relied on her strict parents for the meals.
