She was still eating.
Like she just got out of a hunger cell.
"..."
Talia looked up while chewing on the shrimp, gazing at them in bewilderment.
She wouldn't be suspected by the Special Ops team leader just because she didn't look like a convincing fiancée, would she?
"She, for a time, could barely get good food, always went hungry, and even had to fight with cats for food."
Lanci chuckled helplessly.
"Tsk, it was you who conned me into feeding the cats, promising me the leftovers."
Talia was in no good temper thinking back to those days.
"It seems the past you two share is quite interesting."
Maquiel commented, watching the all-too-real interaction between them.
He wasn't too suspicious of Mrs. Landry either; she was just too earnest about eating.
A lady of both princess and peasant qualities, genuine and unpretentious.
"You just eat at ease, no pressure. Captain Maquiel and I will discuss our matters."
Lanci lightly tapped Talia's arm, reassuring her.
