The Custom

"FINALLY!" In the wide cafeteria under the buildings of Althea, on the long table located at the center, was coated and plated with dished and extravagant foods and desserts for them to enjoy. "A FEAST!" Brian whoops in delight before running close to the table.

Ginger squealed like a child on the magnificent sight before them as her saliva was dripping off her mouth.

"...Gross." Jirile commented as she disgustingly looked at the woman beside her.

"Come on." Violet stepped forward. "Don't let the food wait. Enjoy it to your heart's content."

With her words that stood as the opening marks for the celebration, the latter approached the table that was waiting for them. While sitting, Ginger noticed something that amused her for a little. "Violet, don't you dare doze off the foods."

"I won't doze off. The sleeping potion already lost its effect."

"Really?" She teasingly asked.

"My eyes are just sore. That's it."