Marcy led us to the room that was used as a cooler of sorts—I had no idea how they got any form of refrigeration to work here—and showed us to the cheeses.
I was amazed how much food it took to feed the royal family alone. So much of it probably got wasted. Did the kitchen staff or any other servants eat our leftovers? What happened to all that extra food?
Al, who sauntered behind us leisurely with his hands in his pockets looking like he didn't have a care in the world, was less impressed. "What kind of cheese do you need?"
"A white one?" I said hesitantly before biting my lip.
I would have to taste all the white ones to see if any were like mozzarella. But what if they did something different here that changed the color? It might be better to try all of them to be safe.
His eyes brimmed with hidden laughter as he turned towards me. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? Have you ever made this before?"
