She would have to let Amelia know about that.
“How like?” Cecilie asked as she did the rounds of the ever-more boisterous cafe.
“I… You’re Cecilie, right?” Kaiya asked, making sure.
“Yes, that me.”
“I can’t believe I’ve never had this before,” Kaiya said. “What is this meat?”
“Ah, that secret recipe. Generations pass down. Only place whole Leth! No persons find in farm, this right here made.”
Kaiya listened carefully, nodding to indicate she understood Cecilie’s broken Nymian. She must have had her own farm somewhere in the back, or in a basement, a private lab to grow her own meat. Not many would make such a substantial investment.
“You must have had very good business the last few years,” Kaiya said, attempting to make her probing sound as casual as possible.
Cecilie grimaced dra
