The shop sat in a relatively quiet neighborhood, with tree shadows swaying around it. There were not many people coming and going either.
Judging by the storefront, both the facade and the signboard were very new. It looked like it had only recently opened.
Shopfronts in Theramore's bustling areas were extremely sought after. For a small snack shop like this, anyone with too little capital could not compete for one at all, so they had no choice but to open somewhere a little more out of the way.
Two pots of Nightglow Jasmine in full bloom for the season had been placed in front of the door. Outdoor tables and chairs sat beneath several parasols, and delicate elven patterns were painted across the canopies.
"Deren, where do you want to sit?" the young ranger asked for his opinion first.
"Let's sit outside, under that tree." Deren was a little afraid of private rooms and booths and the like; they always made him think of that awkward incident in the fruit tea shop.
"Okay!" The young ranger did not think much of it and took the initiative to find a spot and sit down. Sunlight leaped through the leaves over her silvery-white hair. It seemed her thoughts really were rather simple.
Deren also let out a long breath. Damn private rooms. He could not help but think of that white-haired one and that blue-haired one.
Vereesa opened the menu and looked to see what they could order.
Across from her, Deren said very boldly, "Don't save money for me. Order the most expensive things."
Vereesa perked up at once. By now, she had already put the equipment she was carrying into her Space Bag. Without her arms and armor, she looked like an ordinary elven girl, though the heroic air she