"You…" Ban said, cucumber still held firm, "recently wasted a bell pepper. One that could've saved a soul."
Lena's mouth opened slightly. "What…? How do you know that?"
"I don't," Ban replied with a grin. "But I felt it in the earth. In the roots. They whispered to me."
He said that with the same tone someone else might use to recite poetry.
Like this was all completely normal.
Lena stared at him like he'd suddenly grown three heads.
Which, frankly, would've made more sense.
At the same time, Ban stepped forward with casual confidence, and Lena instinctively took a step back, her nose wrinkling in disgust.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath. "This is getting out of hand."
Just as I was about to intervene—because honestly, we were seconds away from a full-blown food-based catastrophe—two figures moved faster than me.
Leona and Ryen appeared beside Lena like synchronized lightning.
