Expanded Scene: 1200 Words
Olmo sat across from Jerro's room, sipping tea quietly. The evening air was cool, and the faint sounds of the academy settling down for the night drifted through the open window. He watched the steam rise from his cup, lost in thought about the conversation they'd been having earlier.
"Hold on, let me check what I'm cooking," Jerro said, heading into the kitchen.
After a while, he returned with a tray of food and placed it on the dining table. The aroma of seasoned meat and freshly baked bread filled the room, mingling with the scent of roasted vegetables. He went back for a few more items—a bowl of steaming soup, a plate of sliced fruits, and a pitcher of cold juice—setting everything neatly before calling out.
"Olmo."
