With that said.
Hestia reached out and grabbed the largest piece of bone-in roast meat, disregarding her image as a goddess as she opened wide and took a huge bite.
"Nom-"
"Mmm, mmm..."
"Delicious! This is so delicious!"
Hestia chewed the roast meat, grease coating her lips, and hummed happily, her eyes narrowing to slits.
"Nothing less from Mama Mia's cooking!"
"This heat control! This sauce! This texture! It's practically a crime!"
Seeing the sauce at the corner of Hestia's mouth, Haimo was somewhat speechless. He picked up a tissue and decisively reached over to wipe the grease from her mouth.
"Eat slowly. No one's fighting you for it."
Haimo muttered under his breath.
"That's not true!"
Hestia immediately retorted with perfect confidence, her mouth still stuffed with meat.
"I'm not fighting over food! I'm taste-testing, understand?"
"How would I know if it's good without trying it?"
"I'm checking the quality for everyone!"
She certainly had a whole string of flimsy excuses ready.
At that point.
Haimo was utterly speechless and simply let Hestia eat.
After all, she probably would never change her eating habits in this lifetime.
Seeing Hestia eat with such abandon.
The girls, who had initially been somewhat reserved, stopped standing on ceremony.
The faint sadness brought on by parting also completely dissipated amid this rich, homey atmosphere.
"I want this!"
"That fried fish is mine! Hands off! It's Fierce Man's favorite!"
"How did Fierce Man's favorite end up in your mouth?!!"
"This mushroom soup is so flavorful! Tsukuyo, want to try some?"
"Fruit wine! Pour me some fruit wine!"
The living room gradually grew lively.
The clatter of chopsticks, the sounds of chewing, laughter, and playful squabbling.
All mingled together.
Watching these energetic girls, Haimo was in no hurry to eat.
Instead, he enjoyed the atmosphere