Can't We Just Stay Close?

Tonight was supposed to be a banquet hosted by the mayor of Blasheim, but Lyles had treated us to dinner instead.

The main course was the signature steak at a famous local restaurant, fragrant with herbs.

The waiter explained that it was domestic Grade 1++ Minotaur tenderloin, but I tuned out the Minotaur part.

I'll just think of it as Korean beef.

“Ugh... Waiter? Could you maybe cut this for me...?”

“Ah, give it here. Just eat the pieces I've cut for you.”

Maybe I lacked strength, or maybe skill, but I was having trouble cutting the steak and was about to ask the waiter when Derek swiftly cut in and offered me the plate of steak he'd cut up.

Before I could even say anything, Derek snatched the plate in front of me.

He hadn't put his mouth to it, so it should be fine.

Honestly, if it were Derek, I wouldn't mind even if he had, but whatever...