As soon as everyone relocated to the dining room, Lord Moie eagerly dove into the meal. Hot food, he believed, must be consumed immediately to appreciate its full flavor. To let it cool would be an unforgivable crime.
The table was set with a selection of Moie's favorite drinks—sake, wine, and ale—prepared to test how well the dishes paired with each. The highlight of the evening? Two potato-based dishes: the infamous "Sinful Crispy Potatoes" and the "Irresistible Dreamy Potato Salad."
Lord Moie eyed the plate of crispy potatoes with curiosity. Slicing into one, he noted how the size of the Moie potatoes made even their wedges larger than average. He popped one into his mouth.
"Hot! Hot! Mmm… What in the name of all that's holy is this taste? Is this truly just a potato?" he exclaimed, his voice muffled by the mouthful of food.
"As you saw during the preparation, my lord, it's nothing but your own Moie potatoes!" Cloche declared triumphantly.
