“Bread?” murmured Carlos. “No…wait. Is that fried egg?!” The large, golden-yellow egg dish was indeed big enough to serve at a party; Carlos couldn’t help but stare.
“Yup! Amazing, right?” Adelia wagged her tail and panted as the scent wafted toward her. “All this for a single silver piece!”
The omelet clearly contained at least five or six eggs, and a single egg normally cost several copper pieces. Assuming that a single silver piece was worth ten coppers, that was an absurd bargain.
“Crazy…” The omelet’s sweet aroma reached Carlos’s nose. He gulped.
Grinning at her little brother’s reaction, Adelia took her fork in hand. “Shall we dig in?” She cut a chunk from the massive omelet with the knife. Placing it on a small plate, she presented it to Carlos, complete with fork. “Go ahead.”
Carlos clearly couldn’t wait. The second he took the plate, he cut a large piece of omelet and put it in his mouth.
“Incredible…!” The flavor astonished him.
All kinds of ingredients were mixed into the omelet. The egg itself was fried with butter, and its slight saltiness—alongside the pepper’s mild heat—packed a punch. The warm, fluffy cobbler’s tubers collapsed inside his mouth. Meanwhile, the corn was much sweeter than what Carlos’s tribe usually ate. The minced, oranie-like vegetable was crunchy and hot, and the gentle egginess enveloped the lightly seasoned smoked meat, giving it a savory taste. The cheese’s faint flavor brought it all together—it was tremendous.
The piece of omelet that once occupied Carlos’s small plate vanished rapidly into his stomach. More…I need more!
Carlos licked the remaining egg from the corners of his mouth and reached toward the large plate for a second slice of omelet. To his surprise, the mountain of egg was visibly shrinking. Adelia was putting in some work.
Glancing at his older sister, Carlos noticed something. “Adelia, what’s that?”
Adelia held the red box the waitress had brought alongside their meal. It wasn’t clear what the object was made from; when Adelia squeezed it, it easily changed form, and something red emerged from the tip. Adelia was pouring the red substance on her omelet and apparently enjoying it that way.
“Hm? Oh, this is a sauce called ketchup! It’s a mix of boiled marmett, vinegar, and some other stuff,” Carlos’s sister explained, devouring her ketchup-topped omelet.
After watching her, Carlos likewise tried his eggs with ketchup. The omelet, studded with plentiful mixed vegetables and meat and flavored with salt and pepper, was delicious enough on its own. But it transformed when Carlos added ketchup. The sauce gave the omelet ingredients a sour kick, bringing the flavors together and making them even more delicious.
“Whoa—it really is better with ketchup!” Sampling the omelet with ketchup honestly made the fried eggs seem lacking without it. Stunned by this revelation of flavor, Carlos continued to dig in.
“Right? Ketchup goes great with pretty much every egg dish they serve here.” Adelia couldn’t help smile seeing her younger brother acting like a little child.
As the siblings ate and talked, the massive omelet steadily faded from existence.
“So, what next?” Adelia asked. “Want seconds?”
Carlos nodded not once but twice. “Yeah!”
“All right. Then maybe we should order drinks to go with it! Hey, Aletta!”
Adelia had reunited with her brother for the first time in ages; she also had a delicious meal and a bag full of silver. It was cause for celebration—she decided to pig out this one time.