The red coral table was filled to the brim.
At this point, it felt like the gods had spoiled Roxy rotten and she was happy, for the first time since she entered these waters, she could feel her happiness.
Roxy sat before it, her eyes wide, glistening not with tears of grief, but with the sheer, unadulterated lust for carbohydrates.
Floating in front of her were five distinct, translucent bubbles. Inside each sphere, the laws of hydrodynamics had been suspended. There was no seawater, only the warm, dry, aromatic air of a surface kitchen.
Inside Bubble One: A whole braised chicken, skin glistening with soy glaze, steam trapped inside the sphere.
Inside Bubble Two: A massive porcelain bowl of spicy miso ramen, the noodles springy, the pork belly thick, the soft-boiled egg trembling perfectly.
Inside Bubble Three: A buffalo steak, seared to a perfect medium-rare, topped with a melting pat of garlic herb butter.
