Clatter, clatter.
The loud noise of dishes and utensils colliding continued without pause.
The steady rhythm and tempo of the clatter almost resembled a piece of music performed by an orchestra.
Chop, stab, tear, chew, swallow…
Rather than a meal, the scene unfolding was more akin to an act of violence against food.
Holding a fork and knife in her hands, Reine blinked curiously and remarked,
"It's amazing that all of that can actually fit inside your stomach. Could it be that the secret to strength is eating well?"
