“Heh…,” Desiree chuckled at her father’s dry joke. Shaking her head, she looked at him before she properly responded, ~Of course not. You know know Kalysto if you think that limbs are in danger here. He prefers incineration.~
She then turned her attention back to the elf, “Fine, take your time, Kalysto. As long as you don’t invite the whole town…”
Meanwhile, Orpheus lazily picked at his food. Desiree had taken the time to smash apart his meat when she served it to him. So, the meat was easily made into bite-sized bits for the young half-ling. The boy occaccionally dug his hands through his meal. He then flicked a bit of meat at Kalysto.