Julian sighed heavily, "Why must you murder your food?"
He had decided to bring her to the cafeteria to eat. She was getting better at eating extravagant food but seeing her current condition, he knew she wouldn't be able to stomach it.
She had taken dish after dish to eat but now…
Luna frowned, "I am not. I am eating it."
"Then why does it look like it was a bunch of unknown dishes combined?"
Luna could not say anything back. It was the truth. Her plate has an unknown amount of dishes mashed up together.
Julian understood why this came to be.
Spencer once told him that Luna's exotic cooking came from trying to get away from everything the royal family made her do.
The things she ate, the clothes she wore, her etiquette.
That exotic cooking is what allowed her to have a sense of separation from all the torture she had experienced.
