"Wow… This taste…"
Lucavion set his utensils down for a brief moment, exhaling as the lingering flavors settled on his tongue. The smoky richness of the trout was cut by the saffron glaze, striking a perfect balance between deep, earthy warmth and subtle floral sweetness. The spiced crab stew was robust, layered, each spoonful carrying a complexity of flavors that hinted at the region's long history of culinary mastery. Even the lotus-wrapped rice was something else entirely—delicate, fragrant, infused with the gentle essence of the leaves that encased it.
He exhaled again, shaking his head in amusement. "I have to admit it—this is beyond what I expected." He glanced up at Aeliana, his smirk curving into something softer. "Your taste is impeccable."
