"Breakfast, Elwin. Hope you like your Eggs Scrambled."
"Umm...What are you doing with that?"
"Step out of the way, girl. This is the Queen's breakfast."
"I know what time it is, Sir; but that is not breakfast. Nor am I going to let her see that."
"Hey, that's the queen plate. Give it back."
"Ruby, if nobody knows how to cook on the fly, then we are all doomed."
"I...."
"Ruby?"
"Just go with her."
"Come on, Captain. Show me your Kitchen, and I will whip you up a proper breakfast fit for more than just a Queen."
*Errraaaaaaaackkkkk*
"I heard the word 'Breakfast', but why don't I see anything, Ruby? Where's the person you were going to invite in?"
"Ummm…..…in your Kitchen. Breakfast will be a little late today, if that's ok."
"How are the others?"
"Anarchy in the streets. Vandalism on every wall, and hate speech passed around like slang."
"Seriously? Oh no. No. No. No. I.....we shouldn't have sprang it on people like…."
"I'm kidding."
"You brat!!!"
"There are a lot more walkers today, and less 'Traffic' on the road, so that's good.
But it does no good to recharge with sweets. You're going to have to come out sometime."
"But I am not fully dressed."
"Nor are they fully full.
...….I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks.
Oh, and can you leave my breakfast in here this morning? Kain and I….."
"Don't want to get out of bed, and have a lot to talk about?
It's your Castle, after all."
"Thanks, but I still don't feel everything inside is mine."
"What don't you feel is yours?"
*.............TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK*
"EVERYBODY, Listen up."
"Hey, you can't just barge in; take our food, and demand of us. Who even let you in?"
"Food?
…Food!!!!!
You call this sloppy mess of glue, food?
This is not fit for a Queen by any standards, nor is it even fit for my dog.
...….AND I don't even have a dog."
"Miss, we can't just come up with stuff on the fly. It takes time to…"
*Pish….
*Scooop...scoooppp….scoopp….scooop….scooop*
"Those...were very expensive eggs you just dumped down the trash."
"Were they golden?
...…That's what I thought?"
"Come on people. We are Chefs. C.H.E.F.S!!!!
'Clean, healthy, efficient, food, saving,' machines.
But that was not food I just tasted.
Apron."
"What….uh….what are you doing?"
"Helping remind you why you became chefs.
…Can you tie this tighter for me?"
"Like this?"
"Tighter?"
"I want to feel the straps against my front. I want to know that I am not going anywhere. And neither are….
*Heaaaaavvv*
You.
Thanks, Cap. That's tight enough."
"What can a Homechef teach a professional that we don't already know?"
"To start off with.
....Everything.
Ladle please?
*…Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip.*
Too hot.
*Sip, sip, sip*
More flavor."
"Yes, Ma'am."
*Sluurrrrrppp*
"Mmmm.
Keep up the work."
"You got it."
"I have tasted all of your soups, pots, and pans. You do have the effort their; and it is on point, so now let's get this ball rolling.
Queen wants breakfast in.....fifteen minutes; so, let's get moving in ten.
What do we need to do to make that happen, people?"