Renzille stood before a selection of exquisite looking cakes, her brow furrowed in concentration as she took in the options.
The cakes on display have beautiful designs, each one more eye-catching than the last.
Renzille's eyes shifted from one cake to another, assessing each creation with a critical eye— the room was filled with the scent of sugar, the cakes laid out like colorful works of art.
Leira and Bluria stood nearby, their gazes alternating between the cakes and Renzille's expression, waiting for her to make a decision.
After a while, Renzille's shoulders sagged as she sighed. "I'm afraid I can't make a decision.
Then, she turned to the beastman who stood behind her, watching her decide and asked. "Kreios, perhaps you could choose for us?"
He was caught off guard, surprised by the unexpected inquiry.
He looked at the row of cakes, his expression flickering with uncertainty as he pointed a finger to himself. "Me? You want me to choose the cake?"
