"This is delicious," praised Beatrice sincerely. Her eyes looked at Hans, who stood not far from the dining table where Sam and Beatrice were enjoying the various dishes served. Hans's face was pale without. His eyes repeatedly glanced anxiously, concerned about Sam's judgment. Meanwhile, Sam sat relaxed, as if Hans didn't exist.

"Thank goodness," Hans sighed with relief. "I was afraid the food wouldn't suit Miss."

Beatrice smiled. "I love the mushroom soup. It's really delicious. Right, honey?"

Sam only glanced briefly and let out a short cough. He continued to take bites of his portion, which annoyed Beatrice.

"Okay, we won't disturb you, sir and Miss... uh, maybe for...