Chapter 311: Sharing Food With Orion
The moment Orion's teasing drifted into the air — that careless little jab about the medical facility "fitting her" — Sophia stared at him like he'd just grown horns.
He swallowed his last bite, looked up, and froze under her glare.
"Oh?" she said slowly, voice dipped in faux sweetness. "How exactly does your ogre brain think I'm perfect for that place? The entire building smells like crushed herbs and misery. And the herbs are bitter. My tongue is traumatized."
Orion's mouth twitched. "My ogre brain?"
"Yes," she emphasized. "Ogre. Brain."
"So we've moved from me being dumb to me having an ogre brain," he told her.
She rolled her eyes. "I told you before that you being dumb was debatable."
He huffed a laugh, leaning back in the chair like he had all the time in the world to endure her complaints. Then, without argument, he sliced off a small piece of lamb and held it out to her.
She stared at the meat. Then at him. Then the meat.
