One bite became two. Two became three. Three became everything.
A few minutes later, the whole tray was empty.
Crumbs everywhere, my cheeks were full, and Gawain was now crouched beside me wiping crumbs off my face with a handkerchief.
"Seriously, My Lady," he muttered under his breath, brushing sugar off my fur, "you've somehow matured… but you still act like a kid."
I ignored him and chewed the last piece.
Agatha quietly cleaned the table nearby, occasionally glancing at the empty tray with a faintly amused expression.
Once my stomach was satisfied, I hopped back onto the table and strapped on the mechanical arm again.
Gawain leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching curiously while Agatha stepped aside but remained nearby.
I began working.
The room slowly grew quiet except for the soft scrape… scrape… scrape of carving tools against stone.
