Midnight Meeting
I smiled and stood up, shutting the book tightly while using a ruler as a bookmark. Axilia took my hand and pulled me downstairs, where a full-on feast was waiting. It appeared to be hot pot — perfect for the cold weather here in the Death Realm. I swallowed in anticipation, the thick aroma of the soup base filling my nose.
Axilia and I sat down next to each other rather than across, since she wanted to be closer to me. Two hot steaming bowls of rice along with chopsticks were laid out in front of us, which I didn't expect. I never thought the food of the Death Realm would be so similar with back home — I had expected something more along the lines of… I don't know, centipede or something?
Either way, this was a relief. Before I could even move my chopsticks, however, Axilia stuck hers into the boiling hot pot and plucked out what looked like a roll of lamb meat and shook it a bit to get the soup off before hovering it above her hand and in front of my mouth.