Chapitre 422: 62.5 Public Opinion

I raised an eyebrow at such a bourgeois answer. "Yeah. It's good enough to be eaten raw. Want one?"

Extending a hand holding a piece of fish, I could only snicker as Lise visibly recoiled at the prospect of even touching the damn thing. It was kind of surprising to see, actually. To think that someone that lived in a Furnace like her could even fathom refraining from eating something edible. Picky much?

I chuckled as I retracted my offer, taking a bit from the fish instead. "Suit yourself then, Lise."

Hehe.... Watching Lise react to me eating this stuff was priceless. With each bite that I took, a look of disgust tried forcing its way to the forefront of her expression; her eyes visibly trying their hardest to look away as she watched me in a way that I could only describe as someone watching a trainwreck happen in front of them.