The Elf had her 'polite smile' on.
Three Tigeas moved to serve the food, taking plates from the trolleys and placing them in front of us.
Another one served water in one of the glasses. I was served first, then the Queen, then Lapia.
I wasn't exactly happy with that, but I wasn't about to challenge thousands of years of tradition because of my feelings.
The plate in front of me was a bit confusing. Three small 'spoons' made of some sort of bread held a gray paste. It didn't look as appetizing as the dude had said. The amount was straight up offensive, too.
Lapia moved and I glanced her way in the most discrete way I could manage.
She took a napkin and opened it, then placed it on her lap.
I copied her and noticed the Queen had already done so.
"Your Excellency," the Queen did not read the mood and addressed me. "I read on the newspaper that you have quite the skills with art. Your drawing was breathtaking."
