This show off! This sleepy show off!!! She can probably just make money. With magic.

“Hm,” is all Haizea allows herself to respond with. No sense revealing her frustration. She snaps a pair of wooden chopsticks in half with maybe a little more force than necessary and fishes out a few strands of noodles, slurping as she goes.

“Mmm!” she exclaims as she chews, then swallows. “Holy shit, these noodles are incredible. No wonder you come here.”