The demon waiter arrived carrying three plates for each of them: a soup, a meat dish, and a dessert.
'Well… looks like I was wrong about this. Wait—what the hell is that?!' Trafalgar's eyes widened. The presentation was… bizarre, to say the least.
The soup was a thick, dark-purple liquid with what looked like glowing seeds floating on top. The meat was sliced into thin strips, coated in a shimmering green glaze that gave off a faint heat. The dessert appeared to be a black, jelly-like cube dusted with crimson powder.
Zafira tilted her head. "What's wrong?"
"Forgive me for saying this, but… do they have to look like this? It feels like I'm going to get food poisoning just by touching it, I don't want to visit the toilet every five minutes."
"Don't exaggerate," she said with a small smile. "The appearance might not be the most appetizing for a human, but you should try it without fear. Here—"
