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The two continued to the kitchens, one of the chefs walking towards Kayla. "Your Majesty, would you like to try our new truffle salads?" |
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"As you wish, are you hungry for anything?' the man asked, eager to please her needs. |
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"And what would that be? You as well, Sire." He mused, glancing over at Gale. "Y'know what? That truffle salad needs a tester, so i'll just have that." |
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Kayla thought for a moment. "Do you have any pasta?" |
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"We sure do, what kind would you want?" He questioned, Gale getting handed the bowl. |
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"Your majesty," The chef sighed, running a hand down his face. "Please, do give me a kind. I don't want to make something you dislike," |
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"It's nearly impossible to do that. Your choice as for what to make. Please." |
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