No one knew what Luca was planning to do, or how in the world he was going to make chickens fly.
But one thing they did know was that right in front of them, the table was still covered with piles of steaming, golden fried chicken.
The rich, savory aroma lingered in the air, teasing everyone's senses and their stomachs growled.
They had only gotten one or two pieces each before, and now, with so many plates still untouched, it felt almost cruel.
But no one dared move.
Because Lulu was still there.
Every elf stood quietly, stiff and nervous, pretending to look elsewhere while sneaking desperate glances at the table.
Even the most gluttonous ones didn't dare take a step closer.
The thought of eating chicken right in front of Lulu, the Chicken Queen was simply unthinkable.
They all looked pained, like soldiers standing guard beside treasure they couldn't touch.
And of course Lulu noticed it immediately.
