Kraven gave three silver coins to the seller before ushering Isadora to a table.
"Why are we here?" she asked, sitting. She tried her best to resist the wonderful aroma.
Gods knew this was the last place she wanted to eat after what that elderly woman tried to do.
"Your stomach has been roaring for the last hour; it's getting frustrating," Kraven said, removing his sword from his back and placing it on the table to take a seat.
Isadora blushed. "N-No it wasn't!" she denied hotly, but her stomach failed to get the message, growling like a beast had been unleashed.
Kraven arched an eyebrow.
She quickly looked away. "I guess I must be a little hungry. We had nothing but rations for the past moon."
"Little is quite a stretch, don't you think, love?" he mused.
Her blush got hotter until the temperature matched the heat of the sun.
Thankfully, the food was served, and a bowl was positioned before Isadora. The aroma obscured her nose until she was on the brink of drooling.
