They had indulged, eating more than they'd thought possible.
They started eating the creamy mushroom soup that felt warm in their belly, which they'd needed on a night as cold as this. When the bowl had been in front of them, white wisps had etched themselves on the cold air, stretching out to caress their nostrils.
'Ah... this was a delicious start indeed!'
A hearty fish dish had followed. It laid on a silver platter in front of them, on top of which sat a fleshy pink strip of trout, garnished with a dashing of green herbs. Furthermore, the fish course was supplemented by a side plate of mussels.
Their black shells lay open, the beige insides spilling out—sickening yet enticing.
"Uh..." Blaine reacted as he took one mussel with his hand, making everyone look at him with expectant eyes.