Can we not have this conversation over dinner?

Leora's arrival with food was like the dawn of a second celebration. The mere mention of her cooking caused a ripple of excitement and a collective growl of stomachs in the room mine included.

Leora, with her red hair practically glowing in the soft light, unveiled a spread that looked fit to appease both mortals and gods.

"I figured you'd all be hungry after such an eventful day," Leora said with a sly smile, setting down a tray brimming with dishes that smelled divine.

"You're lucky I'm here. Otherwise, I'm sure you'd all be nibbling on stale bread or something equally tragic."

"Hey!" Seraphine protested, her face already pink from earlier chaos. "We had plans to order food."

"And yet, here I am," Leora quipped, arching a brow. She uncovered a dish of roasted meats that glistened with a tantalising glaze. The aroma filled the room, making my mouth water instantly.