Chapter 188: An Act of Violence
Chapter 188: An Act of Violence
Zach awoke to realize he’d missed basically all of the fun—but he didn’t really care, either. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned. With his seat reclined all the way back so that it formed a kind of bed, he kicked out his legs and stretched his arms as the plane began to decrease in altitude. Then he raised it back up into a seating position. Rubbing some crust out of his eyes, he stood up and looked behind him where the others were all sitting at a large round table surrounded by screens and fancy pieces of leather furniture.
Maybe I don’t hate flying after all, he thought. Not on a jet like this.
The People of Virtue had the nicest private passenger jets in all of Galterra: that much had always been known. But until someone actually traveled aboard one, it was impossible to truly understand just how crazily luxurious these 100-million-gold jets actually were.
That smells good, Zach thought as his nose detected the pleasant scent of expertly cooked food.
Zach ambled over to the table and took a seat. There was a space in the middle of the round table where the man in the chef’s outfit resided; at the moment, he was cooking up yellow rice and seafood while lobsters boiled in a pot. “Last chance if you want anything, Sir Calador,” the chef said to him. “We’re landing in thirty minutes.”
“I’ve never had lobster before,” he said. “I’m from the Whispery Woods. We can’t afford that.”
“Would you like to try some, then? It’d be my honor to serve you your very first.”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Sure. I’ve always been curious.”
Ten minutes later, as he sucked an admittedly delicious piece of meat out of the claw, he found himself hungrier than when he’d started to eat the thing. It was like a job trying to consume the lobster. It tasted really good, but it required genuine effort to eat. There were also a lot of gross looking bits he had to avoid. Overall, though? Not bad. But…certainly not worth the 35 gold a pound these things went for. No, what he really enjoyed were the various pieces of seafood cooked over rice. Now that he found really good. Jimmy seemed to agree as well.
“Oh, fuck,” Jimmy said, rubbing his belly after downing an entire plate of the stuff. “I missed that so much. I had no idea ya’ll knew how to make Spanish food here. That hit the spot.”
“Spanish?” the chef asked. “Come again?”