In Plague Box's view, standing on the silent plains beneath the night sky, the atmosphere she felt should not have been described as merely "a little awkward," because it was truly... extremely awkward, okay?
Look at the other Legendary professionals. Even the somewhat silent Mr. Thunderstorm and the slightly dejected Duke Oakris stood motionless in place, striking cool poses. Wasn't that calm, unflinching demeanor in the face of disaster the bearing a group of Legendary powerhouses ought to possess?
But then look at herself and the grinning little merchant Mimibes—building a bonfire to grill perch, sharing food while discussing cooking techniques. What was supposed to be a solemn Legendary gathering had been forcibly turned into a picnic feast by them. As the fragrance of grilled fish drifted through the air, the dignified atmosphere everyone had maintained for thousands of years vanished in an instant.
Plague Box could hardly imagine what expression Whisper of Destruction, now a Bright Moon spellcaster, would wear if he came over to speak at this moment. Although the "newlywed" outfit she had arranged for the spider butler Lindon Hughes earlier might not have been any less awkward than Candy Merchant's grilled fish, ruining the mood in front of so many people still gave easygoing Keishanoa the subtle feeling that she was "drawing aggro."
What should she do? That ogre and the others all seemed to have focused their senses on her! Sure enough, grilling outdoors at the doorstep of a Bright Moon Mage was just too strange... Well, no matter what, she should take a bite of grilled fish first to calm down.
Crunch.
Ahem, awkwardness aside, wasting food was not a good habit. Staring at the fragrant delicacy brought to her lips, Plague Box swallowed and instinctively bit off half the grilled fish's tail, eager