Who would care about the feelings of the dead.
Angelina sighed softly, turning her grief into appetite, and began to feast.
Looking at the dazzling array of dishes and seafood, her appetite increased.
The black beer also tasted good, getting drunk before the execution would numb the pain, so she drank more.
Seeing Angelina drinking heavily, Roland couldn't help but remind, "Miss Angelina, pairing seafood with beer can easily trigger gout, drink less."
Angelina laughed at herself, raised her glass, and drank several more gulps.
Gout? She's about to die soon, why care about that?
She smiled and declined, "I like it."
No amount of money can buy happiness; since Angelina didn't care, Roland was too lazy to persuade her further.
He didn't eat seafood; pork knuckles, roast meat, and sausages paired well with beer too.
Leave the seafood for the two ladies.
