"On it dood!" One prinny says and they all run off to the kitchen. Not bothering to check for Flonne or her cooking. "Wait dood! Whoโs paying us to feed this pint sized brat?" One prinny pointed out. "Does it matter dood? Heโs just bad as Etna is. Just go check the fridge too and hand him whatever." The prinny shrugs and they all prepare some meals while most of the food were already made from whoever was there before them.ย
Theyโll return shortly, getting a table up with cloth over it and food set out on it. The prinnies salute to the prince when done. Now that they think about it.. Flonne did leave her cooking leftovers in the fridge.ย
Naturally the prinnies were relatively fast at executing his demands. But this was almost suspiciously fast! "Hmph. Guess you guys can move it when ya want to." He remarked as he grabbed a bowl from the table that was brought to him and took a big mouthful. Chewing chewing chewing...!!? "EUGH!!" :Laharl promptly spit out the food, and coughed a couple of times. "This taste like Flonne's cooking!" He growled, throwing the bowl at one of the prinnie's head. "I thought I told you to check!" No wonder it seemed so fast.
