Chapter 172: Come One, Come All
Freya beckoned, and the owner walked over.
She rattled off a few sentences in German, faster than she ever spoke English. Regulus caught only fragments.
The owner nodded and left. Before long, the food arrived.
A wooden tray, loaded.
A plate of sliced dark rye bread. Two plates of sausage. A dish of potato salad, thinly sliced and tossed with onion and pickled cucumber, dressed in a pale creamy sauce. Two bowls of thick stew with chunks of meat and vegetables floating beneath a film of oil.
Freya ordered herself a dark beer.
Regulus was underage, so what sat in front of him was a glass of Pumpkin Juice.
They ate.
He cut a section of white sausage, peeled away the casing, dipped it in sweet mustard, and took a bite. The texture was delicate, layered with faint spice... marjoram, parsley, cardamom. Nothing like the rough-hewn sausages back in England.