Henderson was already at the table by the time Samantha had finished washing up. There was a variety of breakfasts on the table, all were Samantha's favorite.
Henderson said, "I didn't know what you like to eat so I had the servants prepare everything."
Looking at the table filled with food, even ten people wouldn't have finished all of the breakfast. Samantha was speechless.
Samantha thought she should tell Henderson about her liking, "Master Falcon, I'm okay with anything."
Henderson raised his eyebrows. His pale and handsome face showed some surprise and said, "I don't know if it was my cousin or my cousin's younger sister who was so picky when it comes to food that I feel like killing them."
"..." Samantha trembled slightly and muttered, "I'm really not picky at all."
