Chapitre 605: I'm not overindulging, I'm freely sampling

The smell of grilled meat filled her senses. She could almost taste the juices on her tongue. The spices were a bit strange, but not bad, and she could hear the crackle and pop of the grill, the meat searing, and she was already drooling.

Isabelle swallowed.

"Are you hungry?" Lyov chuckled.

"Yes!" She blurted out without hesitation.

Alexander made an amused sound, but wisely did not voice whatever mean, extra bullying thought he clearly had.

"Let's see..." Octavian hummed, glancing at her. "What do you want, Isabelle?"

"Everything!"

Her husband laughed. "Everything?"

"Everything!" She nodded.

"That might be a bit excessive."

"No! I mean it!"

"Well, we can afford it." Phoenix shrugged. "If the Empress wishes to embrace her gluttony, we can but stand on the sidelines in awe."

She.

Would glare at Phoenix for this implication.

But.

There were more important things to look at.