They had a late lunch in one of the floating stations at a restaurant with a great view. 

Although the food was pretty good, Eugene was left feeling a bit dissatisfied by the disappointing serving sizes of the meat. His meals back at the Red Tower of Magic were satisfying, since they had gotten used to him demanding large chunks of meat for his meals over the last few months, but a restaurant like this that prided itself on its atmosphere wouldn’t serve the hunks of roasted meat that Eugene really desired.

“Now that your body’s all grown up, do you really need to keep eating so barbarically?” Ciel asked.

“I could still be growing,” Eugene argued.

“What will you do if you come to resemble Gargith by eating like that? I’d really hate it if you grew that large.”

“I’d hate that as well. Who would even want that?”

While making an unpleasant expression, Eugene wiped his lips with a napkin. As the meat he had been served only came out in small portions due to...