Dinner was more than Rose could imagine. There was enough food on the tables to feed a household for a month. There were different delicacies—from meat to grains, pudding, and soup. There were three different types of meat: beef, mutton, and chicken.
The chicken was a full bird with stuffing that filled out of its neck and had been delicately grilled over low heat. The steak had been simmered in a pan with spices that filled the air, and it seemed to still be sizzling when it arrived at the table. The mutton had been cooked to perfection, so much so that Rose needed no force to cut out a piece. There was also rice, a large bowl of soup with chunks of vegetables, fresh fruit, and not to forget the jar of wine.
It was clear that the tavern had outdone themselves, and even Thomas had a slight look of satisfaction as he prepared to devour the meal. Rose didn't think the men could finish half of it, let alone the entire thing. However, she was proven wrong very quickly.
