"Welcome, valued guests!"
"Here's the Dreyssian lobster risotto you ordered, rose squid-ink pasta, chilled goblin pumpkin soup, and garlic-roasted oysters!"
"Please enjoy!"
As a certain little brat was busy stuffing herself, a puppet waitress came over carrying several large platters. She set four more dishes on the table, which was already crammed full and covered in a mess of half-eaten food. After giving the strange group—a bear, a maid, and a little girl—a somewhat astonished glance, she turned and left.
Actually, that group was perfectly ordinary here in Dressrosa. It was just that the little girl had a rather enormous appetite. And, for some reason, the bear thought she looked a little familiar.
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm..."
(??~??)
"Hey, Dastardly, aren't you going to eat anymore?"
(￣~￣) Munch!
While eating, little Annie noticed the maid across the table had stopped and was looking around, presumably hatching some new scheme. She asked curiously.
Of course, she was only asking offhandedly. It wasn't as if she cared whether the other girl was full.
"No, Master."
"Your servant is full. I really can't eat another bite."
At the sight of the brat's little gaze, Dastardly's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly sat up straight in her seat, prim and proper, and lowered her head a little. She didn't dare act like she had before.
"Oh..."
(*⊙~⊙)
"No wonder you're so weak when you eat so little..."
(???????)
If she didn't want to eat, fine. Annie couldn't be bothered to care. Besides, she was glad the other girl wasn't eating; that meant she could eat more.
So she reached out, pulled the steaming plate of Dreyssian lobster risotto the puppet waitress had just brought over to her, and dug right in, eating straight from the plate.
"Hey!"
"You lost again. It was black this time, too."