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- Thank you for your kind words, Your Honor. His Lordship would be most flattered by your assessment, - she says with a smile, offering a bow. - Though just between us - some of the dishes sound far more elaborate than what they actually turn out to be. Fashion, you see, heh.
- My lady, the fault is mine for the unexpected appearance, - Radost gracefully bows his head. - I merely wished to offer my greetings and inquire how you and His Honor are enjoying the festivities, and whether you require anything. Our doors and hearts are always wide open to you.
- Our body is like a stove, but it is not only energy that gladdens the heart! The appearance and the story behind any dish matter greatly. For instance, let a dish be burnt, oversalted, or whatever it may be - if it was prepared with love by a dear person, it will not only satiate the body but also charge the spirit with vigor for a long time to come.
Radost felt lost in this conversation - no matter how many hours she had spent familiarizing herself with royal etiquette, by nature she remained a village girl through and through.
- Thank you, My Lord!.. For the hospitality and understanding shown. At the moment we are content and in need of nothing.
- Hmm? - Galmeus Draxlaüs's gaze came to rest on the table where the gifts brought from Teneressa were laid out. - And what sort of dessert is that, rectangular, layered, with a brown velvety surface? - It was tiramisu. - Lord Lester! I would be most grateful if you would help my Radost fully savor this marvel of culinary art! - Said the village lord and deftly vanished from the sight of his interlocutors - it was obvious that such a fine fellow had no need of bodyguards.
- Elder!.. - Nelia Vesta's face resembled that of a child abandoned in the middle of a foreign city.