Mouth stuffed with various sweets and savory foods, I'm still clutching a couple of skewers that I made and cooked myself. They look charred and burnt to a crisp but they're definitely delicious.
When Castor met up with us, I tried giving it Castor but after one bite, he was gagging and turning blue.
"Don't worry about him," Ellen nods towards Castor, who's on all fours on the ground and gasping for air, as he reaches for the skewer I'm holding. "He just has a weak stomach."
"Oh," I pout.
It upsets me that he has such a weak stomach who can't handle gourmet food like the ones I make. However, I'm pretty happy to see Ellen chowing down on the skewers I made like there's no tomorrow.
"Ellen, I haven't seen you eat with this much gusto even in the past!" I giggle.
"Well, this is the fir
