"Is that your way of offering me your chef uncle?" No longer feeling like a spectacle Frost asked in a half joking manner.
Unfortunately his joke wasn't taken very well. "…Haha not a chance in hell Frost." Shivali who had been warmly smiling the entire time now sported a frown and his tone was cold, harsh even, catching Frost by surprise.
He didn't know how to react towards such an unexpected reaction.
"Uh Frost, little tip my father is quite defensive when in comes to his chefs." Khione chimed in from the side with a shake of her head.
The Primordial Ice King rarely got offended, highly regarded as easy going and generous to even the most common of guests. The only things he tended to overreact over were those involving his family, the defences of Niflheim and finally his source of high quality food. He was a gourmet, a man who greatly enjoyed the endless flavours Nova had to offer and by extension those who could bring out those flavours.
