The food everyone had ordered arrived quickly. Tracy, the secretary of this world, looked like a professional career woman. Who knew what she had been through to turn a former goth girl dressed in flamboyant clothes into someone wearing a business skirt suit? Perhaps that was the power of time.
The marble floor gleamed, her high heels clicking across it.
She had originally wanted to chat with the guests a little longer, but she handled all the company's affairs herself. After delivering the food, exchanging a few polite words, and asking about Earth-0, she received a call and hurried off again.
"Come on, everyone, eat. Hermione, have a lamb shank. Jaina, you take one too."
Clearly, the others would not be joining them for the meal. Su Ming easily carved up the roast lamb before him with a Lightsaber. The grilling had been far too quick to be traditional, so high technology had definitely been involved, but it smelled pretty good. At least they had not skimped on the seasoning.
"Yrel, have the sheep's head. There's an old saying where I come from: you are what you eat."
Horns on one's head were actually kind of cute. Not as cute as beast ears, perhaps, but still pretty good.
"Actually, I'm quite satisfied with my horns." Looking at the sheep's head placed before her, as well as its long, sharp horns, the hoofed girl pursed her lips and touched the little horns on her own head. "How about I have a sheep's trotter instead?"
The horns did not really matter. She did not use them to ram people, after all. But as a warrior, strong legs and feet seemed more useful.
"Then help yourself. No need to be polite; there are plenty of dishes." Su Ming cut off another rack of