"When last did you cook for anyone?" Vega asked with a calm, composed smile, her question directed toward Broth-ben as her eyes rested on him with quiet curiosity.
Broth-ben fell into his thoughts for a moment, his gaze drifting as though he were searching through an immeasurable stretch of memory, before he finally replied, "I don't really remember… eons ago?" He spoke as though unsure, his tone carrying a distant nostalgia rather than certainty.
"I'm sure by now you know we are different; if not, you wouldn't have revealed yourself to us," Vega began to speak. They would have to be naive, or outright foolish, to believe that Broth-ben told this story to every tourist he guided. Besides, everyone present possessed their own means of seeing through falsehoods, each in their own way, and they all knew that Broth-ben's words were nothing but the truth.
