The guests picked up their drinks and shouted back. "Cheer!"
Chuzuke looked at the side and signaled to the band of bards he hired to start playing on their instruments. He then looked at the butler, "Get the food out."
The large side doors of the room opened, and two butlers started pushing large trays out on tables. Whole roasted chicken, turkey, and boar. Large pots of salad, fish, and more.
"Eat all you can. Don't hold back." Chuzuke said, walking downstairs and approaching the table. He extended his hand, grabbed a handkerchief, and pulled the chicken's thigh out. He then took a large bite from it. "I'm still a kid so don't even bother with manner if you don't like it. I won't care. Eat to your fill."
Chuzuke announced the start of the feast, and Mira sighed in relief. She knew nothing of the noble's manners and had feared she might embrace her mother.
Arad approached the table, and Aella grabbed his shoulder. She glared at his eyes, and he knew what she wants.