The servants brought some food, a big bowl of chicken soup with carrots, celery, and onions. It smelled very good.
The servant brought a table before us, then left as soon as they finished their task.
Deliah's eyes widen, a flash of excitement burned in her gaze.
I smiled, "Come and try."
She nodded, and we grabbed a bowl to fill with the soup. Even the prince wasn't excluded; a hint of desire could be seen on his face.
He grabbed a bowl and poured some soup into it. We all sat in the chair, slowly stirring the soup, and ate with great relish. The taste was very hot with a hint of spice, and the flavor burst on my tongue like fireworks.
My eyes are getting sleepy by the second. My belly is getting fuller, and I set down the bowl.
I turned toward Deliah, who finished her bowl, and then the bowl that was in her hands fell to the ground.
I asked, "What's wrong?"
She furrowed her eyes, "Something's wrong with the soup?"
