"Look at them!" Faris pointed at the judges. "It looks like they are swimming in the clouds!"
"...Just what in the world is going on?" Layla muttered in confusion. "Chef Soren... didn't make some kind of drug... did he?"
"...My lady," Faris said, staring at her with a deadpan expression this time. "Even I think that's going too far."
"I know!" Layla exclaimed. "But look at them!"
She pointed at the judges and contestants whose previous frowning and grimaces had now turned to one of pure bliss. One judge was leaning back in his chair, staring at the sky with a peaceful smile, as if he was happy with life, while another one was even crying.
One of them kept drinking spoon after spoon, first with a painful expression and then, after some time, smiling as if they had drunk the sweetest drink in existence.
To those who were watching, it looked really strange.
"...Alright, I take that back," Faris muttered, but then his eyes lit up. "Wait! I think I know what's going on!"
