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Chapter 142 Dinner

After arriving at the restaurant district, the group made their way to the same place Arlon and Mei had visited for lunch.

The restaurant had a warm atmosphere, filled with the rich aroma of spices and freshly baked bread.

As they took their seats, a waiter approached. "Welcome back, Miss Mei, Miss Sia, Miss Alia," he greeted before glancing at the larger group. "Trying something new today? You are here with a larger group."

Mei nodded. "Something like that. These are our guest students for the week."

Guest students didn't mean anything to a random waiter, but he was still shocked to hear the term "guest" in this academy.

Also, Mei only came here with a select few, mostly only with Sia.

The players discreetly glanced at the menu. While they could see the words, the dishes meant nothing to them.

Unlike the students, who had spent years eating this food, the players had no idea what any of it was.

Evan leaned toward Arlon. "Alright, which one is the 'like pizza' thing?"

Mei overheard and pointed to Flamebread on the menu. "This is the one we had earlier."

Evan studied the description, frowning. "I don't trust this."

"It was good," Mei reassured.

"Yeah, but was it pizza?"

Arlon sighed. "I already told you, it's like pizza."

"Exactly. Which means it's not pizza." Evan sighed dramatically but ended up ordering it anyway.

One by one, the rest of the group placed their orders.

Flamebread Group: Arlon, Evan, Zack, Sia, and Maria

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Random Picks (because they had no idea what they were ordering): Pierre, Lei, Carole, June, Carmen

Actually Knew What They Were Eating: Mei, Alia, Leafa, Mirek

Once the waiter left, the players exchanged wary glances.

"So," Lei said, arms crossed. "Any bets on who gets the weirdest dish?"

"My money's on Pierre," Zack said immediately.

Pierre scoffed. "I made an educated guess."

"You pointed at the menu and said 'this one' without reading," Carmen reminded him.

"Exactly. Educated guess."

Of course, not everyone took the lesson equally seriously.

Pierre was still side-eyeing his unfinished plate as if it had personally betrayed him.

"By the way, Sia, it seemed like the waiter knew you," Zack said, leaning forward with mild curiosity. "Do you come here often?"

Before Sia could respond, Alia answered for her. "Ah, we three hang out here sometimes." She gestured toward herself, Mei, and Sia.

Zack blinked. "Huh? I didn't think you three would get along..."

"Why is that?" Mei asked, tilting her head. "We've been classmates for the last seven years. We're best friends as well as rivals!"

The moment Mei said best friends, Sia visibly cringed, her expression twisting as if Mei had just committed an unspeakable crime.

Zack immediately noticed and smirked. "Hmm..." He leaned back, arms crossed, staring at Sia with the kind of look that said I know something you don't want me to know.

Sia narrowed her eyes. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing." Zack's smirk widened. "Just thinking how cute it is that you're pretending not to like Mei."

Sia scowled. "If you say anything, I will make you eat the insect."

Pierre, who had been quietly pushing his Roasted Sandcrawler around his plate, suddenly froze. "Excuse me?"

Sia ignored him, still glaring at Zack, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Oh, come on," Mei said, smiling as she leaned toward Sia. "You do like me, right?"

Sia clicked her tongue and looked away. "I tolerate you at best."

Alia chuckled. "She used to say that about me, too. Now she only insults me half the time instead of all the time."

"Progress," Mei said cheerfully.

Sia sighed. "I hate this conversation."

"You hate a lot of things," Zack said. "Which, if you think about it, means you're a very passionate person."

"You're about to be a very injured person," Sia shot back.

Pierre, still processing the earlier threat, slowly pushed his plate toward Zack. "Since you're so talkative, why don't you eat the insect?"

Zack leaned back. "Sorry, man. You ordered it, you suffer."

"Traitor," Pierre muttered.

The conversation continued with more teasing, much to Sia's growing frustration, while Pierre kept eyeing his plate as if he were in a silent battle with his food.

Despite the chaos, the mood at the table was lighthearted. And for all of Sia's grumbling, she never actually denied the friendship.

Which, of course, only made the teasing worse.