That evening, Larissa decided to once again try the mushroom.
“So they don’t give you your fondue forks ahead of time here,” Larissa observed, sitting properly on a small stool at an open-air mushroom fondue restaurant. She watched the steaming pot with fascination, amused by the local custom.
Haskell, sitting beside her, smiled. “It is interesting. I wonder how many customers got impatient and used their own utensils, only to end up in the local hospital before they made this the rule.”
Larissa sighed. “Ah, that pesky human curiosity. We know it’s dangerous, but we just can’t help ourselves.”
“That’s also what makes humans so endearing,” Haskell countered.
Thinking of all the people in the local hospital seeing sprites, Larissa laughed. “You have a point.”
Suddenly, the hushed whispers from the next table managed to cut through the restaurant's noisy ambiance.
“Did you see?”
“Oh my god! I saw! I think that’s really Larissa and Haskell! I just saw the news about their wedding on Twitter, and now they’re here! Do you think they’re on their honeymoon?”
“Ahhh! We are so lucky! I can’t believe we’re seeing these two legends in person! They’re even more handsome and beautiful in real life!”
“I really want to ask Larissa for an autograph!”
“But they’re on their honeymoon. It wouldn’t be right to bother them.”
“You’re right… Ugh, what a shame.”
Larissa overheard them and turned to look at the neighboring table. The two young women, caught in her gaze, blushed and quickly looked away.
Smiling, Larissa beckoned them over with a finger. Their eyes widened in surprise. Once they realized she was serious, they hurried over.

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