Lethia cleared her throat. "I don't lie about taste or whether I like something or not. It's just... I feel a bit full, maybe? But that's not exactly true either, 'cause I can eat the rest of the dishes just fine. See?" She popped a grilled shrimp into her mouth to prove her point.
Renar frowned. "Maybe your pregnancy's messing with your appetite."
"Ah, that would be the case then," Lethia muttered, slipping the last piece of steak into her mouth. "Can't waste rare venison like this."
Renar laughed at the sight of Lethia's puffed cheeks, stuffed from chewing. "This imported venison is seasonal, you know. We're lucky to get it now. And for someone who's crazy about meat, I wouldn't let you miss out."
Lethia nodded in agreement. "Hm, I hope our country can start cattling venison soon so—" She froze mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as a realization hit her. "Wait, how did you know I'm a meat lover?"
