Aliquam: La MansiĂłn de CervĂĄntes - KitchenâThatâs sweet. Thatâs really sweet,â Lute swallowed his food before shooting an exasperated look at Aria. She couldâve nabbed the garlic bread⊠She looked suspiciously happy about her thievery too. He stood up from his seat and reached over the table to grab her empty cup just as a topless Angel walked in. Delilahâs hoots made the virtuosoâs head hurt and he grimaced, awkwardly balancing the mug with one hand as he straightened up. Their host made a point of greeting them, inquiring about Dylan who still seemed pretty out of it.
âGood morning! And uh, again, thanks for the hospitality,â Lute meekly butted in as he returned from the inner kitchen, this time with a new cup of coffee for Aria and a plate heaped with the standard breakfast. Lucien came in too and assembled a plate for Amy before leaving as quickly as he went in.
âHere, eat up. The hungry you is a big bad thief,â The virtuoso grumbled as he set the food down in front of his friend. He couldnât see her expression thanks to that feather fashion she got wrapped around her head, but Lute bet that she was staring right at Angel. Not that he minded since Delilah was doing that too, but she better start eating and leave
his food alone. That and... "You shouldn't drink coffee on an empty stomach, Aria," Lute tutted and crossed his arms over his chest, sending looks of disapproval down at the illusionist as he returned to the other side of the table.
âDylan,â Lute called out to the matter artist, âWant me to get you some bread or something?â Obviously not soup lest he drown himself in it, but maybe a croissant? Anything to fill a stomach. He still hadnât touched the fruit⊠âHow about you?â The man turned to Angel this time. âCan I do something for you?â
It might not seem obvious why, but Lute didnât seem too troubled about the future events.