[color=ec008c]"Welcome back."[/color] the elf regarded her. Though the portion was modest, it seemed the filleted salmon on Jazdia's plate was barely touched, and she deliberately had the knife placed through the fork's tines. The server saw this but was rather oblivious to the sign.

Considering that she didn't feel like wasting food, Jazdia asked for a pitcher of black pepper gravy instead. 

[b][color=#a4161a]"You good, Sparky?"[/color][/b]

[color=ec008c]"I am good."[/color] the elf said perplexedly. When the servant was already left, she continued. [color=ec008c]"A politician, I can handle. But this... The Salmon is perfect, nicely done and so delicious when I am done with it, I [i]will[/i] walk straight into the kitchen, [b]and shoot the cook[/b]. I wholeheartedly invite you to try it out yourself!" [/color]

The elf shoved her plate and offered for her to dig in before leaning back on her seat. The dish seemed to be somewhat overcooked.

[color=ec008c]"So, good guy Silas was reaching for you now. I wonder what kind of history you have with him. Or with his gorgeous sister." [/color]