Supper was the best comfort for a day's exhaustion.
The two dealt with the crayfish in front of them seriously with occasional conversations and clinks of glass. It was not a very sweet moment, but it was still blissful.
"Say, if Amy were to come downstairs now, and see that we're having supper behind her back again, would she be angry?" Irina asked Mag with a smile as she sucked on her thumb.
"Maybe. She would be super fierce." Mag nodded at Irina with a smile. "But she's still growing up, and it's not good for her to have supper."
"Are you going to Rodu with her the day after tomorrow?" Irina asked after biting into the mutton kebab.
"I won't be going. With Krassu's capabilities and his status in the Roth Empire, Amy will definitely be safe." Mag shook his head. He added, "There would be a Delicacy Extravaganza in Chaos City three days later. I've already promised the president of the Food Association that I would attend."
