Priscilla was on her fourth sorbet.
Adam stared, halfway between awestruck and vaguely alarmed, as she polished off another dainty porcelain cup like it was nothing.
Not a smudge on her lips, not a single drop wasted. Even in her gluttony she remained elegance during her meal time.
"Are you… okay?"
Adam asked cautiously, leaning across the table.
"Hm... Why do you ask boy?"
Priscilla asked.
To which Adam replied saying as such.
"That's four. That's four Sorbet Priscilla."
She didn't bother answering right away. Her spoon gleamed, twirling a perfect curl of blood-orange sorbet with a casual flourish before she let it melt delicately on her tongue.
She closed her eyes. A soft hum of satisfaction slipped out.
Adam gawked.
"I'm pretty sure that sorbet was meant for at least six people to share you know."
"And?"
She said, not even looking at him.
"Do I look like a creature bound by mortal serving sizes?"
"No."
He admitted.
"You look like a sugar addict in denial."
