"This soup is nice," Slater couldn't help but compliment the bowl of soup he had been sipping, casting Zoren a look. "Let me borrow your chef."
His eyes lit up, thinking this might be the best soup he'd had in a while. Or was it just because he was hungry that it tasted special?
"I agree with Slater," Haines mused. "This soup tastes good."
With Atlas backing it up with a nod, Slater realized it wasn't just his hunger talking. Hugo, on the other hand, quickly chugged the soup straight from the bowl and slammed it down with a bam.
"I need more," Hugo breathed out, setting his eyes on Zoren. "Where can I get some?"
"I can get you some."
"It's fine, I'll do it!" Without waiting, Hugo jumped up from his seat and headed to the kitchen. It wasn't like he'd have a hard time finding it—the soup was just sitting in a pot.
Meanwhile, as Hugo busily served himself—only to chug it down—Haines snapped his eyes back to Zoren.
