Artie could only laugh out nervously. That's right, there was a chance that she could lose. There was only so little that she could offer as a real prize to this archduke. In theory, she could list a number of things, but none of those would probably be tempting enough for him to force the Kodiak to race with Lupina. Aside from her body—which was out of the question...
"Oh, I know!" Her eyes glittered as if she discovered a perfect answer. She then pointed at her wide smile. "I will cook for you! Like something from where I came from! I'm a very good cook, and I will surely amaze you with the taste! So… is it good enough for a prize?"
"An angel's cooking..." Larkin murmured before nodding. "Very well, I accept your terms of defeat. However, in a strange case that you will emerge victorious, what would you ask of me for a prize?"
