Eating did not take long, and the food in the Dreaming tasted somewhat strange. Perhaps Su Ming simply still was not used to this sort of fantasy Western cuisine.
Take that super pumpkin, for instance. A single pumpkin was as large as a carriage compartment. He scooped up a small taste with a spoon, and it was sickeningly sweet, as if every pore on his body had instantly been sealed shut with honey.
The other dishes were all sweet as well. Probably only Strangle could eat this stuff.
Yet Dream seemed able to eat it. He still wore that expressionless look, but the knife and fork in his hands never stopped. When the dishes on the table grew legs and tried to escape, he caught them, pressed them back onto the plates, and hacked away.
If Su Ming had any thoughts or inspiration from this, it was that no wonder Dream's skin was so pale. Was this diabetes?
The two did discuss some matters over the meal, mainly concerning the new God. Elaine had only just taken the position, so the Endless were still observing her. They wanted to see what the girl liked, what she hated, and whether there were any patterns to her actions, so they could get along with her more easily in the future.
Talking to Dream required guessing half the time. Dreams were just that vague and ethereal. But Su Ming knew about God, so he immediately shared the intelligence with Dream.
"Elaine likes playing house and craves family affection. There's almost nothing she hates, except Jews. That's understandable, right? God hating Jews is only natural. As for her daily routine, it isn't much different from a human's. Five days a week, she goes to some school in Los Angeles. She rests on the weekends,