"Speaking of which, this is my first time seriously sitting in a private airship."
Russell sat at the spacious table, resting his chin on his hands: "I didn't expect you could actually order food here..."
Across from him was Cui Que, who was eating lunch.
Two plates of sunny-side-up eggs sprinkled with pepper and coarse salt, two portions of synthetic snowflake steaks, and a serving of Italian spiral pasta with added bacon, onions, garlic, and tomato sauce.
At his words, Cui Que looked up somewhat puzzledly and bit into a juicy and tender piece of beef: "Didn't you take one when you returned from God Communication Island?"
"That was in the morning; I had just finished breakfast. And I was on a program with the Emperor..."
Russell gazed longingly at the steak Cui Que had cut up, resting his head on the table on his hands with a pitiful expression: "Sister, won't you give me a piece? Just one piece will do."
"Then meow for me."
"...Meow."
"Good boy~"
