"That won't be necessary. Where is the kitchen? I can ask the chef myself. You can do your job."
"Um…"
Noticing that the maid was hesitating, Zinnia raised an eyebrow.
"Or are you saying that we aren't allowed?" she inquired. "I thought we could ask for anything and this cruise is especially for us."
Other witches around her heard her comment and agreed.
"Yes, we can ask whatever we want, right? After the war, we are all exhausted. Get us some ice."
The witches began to order one thing after another. The maids began to panic. They hurried to serve the witches as much as they could.
Zinnia took the chance to go toward the kitchen. The door was slightly open.
She knocked on the door and went inside.
There was only one person inside. He was a young chef wearing a red scarf around his white collar.
He was filling the plates with food, ready to serve. Upon hearing footsteps, he raised his head.
