I had barely managed to peel myself out of the emotional wreckage that was SALVO, and now here I was — navigating the second boss battle of the morning: breakfast with Alba.
The moment I stepped into the sun-drenched dining room, I was hit with the smell of something... healthy.
Suspiciously healthy. No eggs swimming in cheese. No overly buttered bread. No fried sausages with attitude.
Just a single bowl of steaming green soup.
I stared at it like it had personally offended me.
Alba, who stood dutifully by the cart, smiled sweetly — too sweetly. The kind of sweet that told you someone knew something they absolutely shouldn't.
"Good morning, sir," she chirped, pulling out my chair. "Please have a seat."
I sat. Slowly. Warily.
"...Soup?" I said, peering into the murky swirl of what looked like spinach, betrayal, and possibly regret.
"It's made with kale, lentils, and bone broth," she said proudly. "Very nutritious. Full of iron, protein, and stamina."
My eyebrow twitched.
