After receiving the gifts from the girls, the door to the room was knocked on.
With Benovia's gentle "Come in," the restaurant's attendants brought in tray after tray of dishes, some of which Hilia could name—caviar, slices of salmon—and many others whose names she didn't know, seemingly specialties from the Northern Alliance.
Looking at the dazzling array of delicacies, Hilia couldn't help but ask, "Benovia, all these dishes and the preparations… how much did it cost? Let me pay you back."
Benovia smiled slightly, "This birthday banquet is something the four of us put together for you. It wasn't expensive; you don't need to worry about it."
Hilia felt that Benovia's "not expensive" might not be the same as her own, just like how Doris could casually mention a High-Level Dream-Spider Robe that cost several hundred gold coins.
If it were Hilia, she'd never be willing to buy it.
