"Oh, isn't that a goma?"
I looked up from the book I was reading in the airship's bedroom, feeling surprised that Natha knew about it. He looked at the goma laid on the table, above the handkerchief Arta lent me.
"Huh, you know?"
Arta was familiar with goma since the three siblings used to live off the street, but I didn't expect the elite-bred Natha to know. Or was it because he was the Lord, and supposed to know everything, including the pleb's food?
"Of course, it's one of the best food for adventurers during the fall," Natha said as he took a seat on the other armchair beside mine, clad in his nightrobe already.
I rose from my slumping position and shot him an intrigued gaze. "Really?"