In the evening, everyone finally finished their work. The ladies were exhausted from the afternoon, so Ellie let the natives from The Black Alleys prepare dinner.
And so, their dinner turned into...
Ellie looked at the medley of ingredients in her bowl, clashing violently in the pot and finally transforming into an indistinguishable thick soup, and fell silent.
She turned to Thomason, who was noisily eating with great enthusiasm, and asked the soul-searching question, "How did you cook the meal like this without hating me?"
Thomason, blowing on his hot food, replied, "Hey, this is called 'Real Men's Cooking.' It may not look good, but it tastes delicious!"
Ellie was dubious, but on the other side, the shift-changing Golden Knight had already served the meal, and everyone gathered around the campfire.
The knights found their wives with plates in hand, sat down, and took a big sip of the thick soup.
There was no unnatural expression on their faces.
