When her auricular sense processed Grey's casual voice, Amara was momentarily flustered, her glimmering emerald eyes darted around before her somewhat embarrassed gaze met his.
"What main dish?" The sole owner of the Truth Agency asked, his strides slowly reached behind the receptionist desk where Moly was wiping a flower furniture or two.
"Ah," Amara regained her composure. "The food menu… I-I don't see any, uh, how should I say it, like the best offers…?'"
To begin with, the food industry was never in Grey's mind, especially as a person who loved and studied science (physics) during the fruitful years of being a youth. Because of this, even though it had been quite long since the 'store' began its operation, he didn't bother to thoughtfully organize it.
It was the same for his employees, who knew nothing about the business world.
"Best offers? Everything's the best here, Miss Glasses."