Curaçao glanced indifferently at Chianti. Hearing the recent exchange between Curaçao and the waiter, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Curaçao's lips.
Her gaze instantly turned sharp. With her keen insight, she could naturally tell that this was by no means due to poor quality of the fork provided by the restaurant, but rather that Chianti had snapped it in half with her bare hands.
The corners of Curaçao's mouth lifted slightly, flashing an imperceptible smile.
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