Adam glanced at Robert's hungry grin as he placed eggs and delicatessen inside his bread. He took a bite, the rich flavor of smoked meat striking his taste buds. The soft-boiled egg followed, adding layers of richness before the still-warm bread's crust crunched beneath his teeth. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the taste, slightly regretting the absence of vegetables that would have sprinkled everything with a bit of freshness.
Then, he sipped from his sweet tea, finally smirking at Robert. "It'd be a pity to see you die of starvation right before becoming rich. Eat, Robert. Brineheart awaits us."
Less than ten minutes later, Robert had engulfed his meal and was already moving toward the deck along with the other eager passengers.
Adam cleaned Quintella's mouth from the bread crumbs and grease with a clean napkin, causing her to giggle with the innocence of a girl her age.
