As the next day came around Marcus put his all into the preparations for the memorial slash banquet for the rebels recent loses and gains.
Certainly, they had lost a lot of good men and women, but they had also killed two great knights who were some of the strongest fighters at the kingdom's disposal.
"This needs more pepper. Right now it tastes completely bland."
"I said this soup needed more salt, not that I wanted it to taste like brine. Pour it out and start again."
"Feel that fish! Yeah, it is cooked to hell! You fucked this fish!"
"Eh, come here donkeys."
"What is this? What is this?"
"Hm no answers?"
"It's one step from being a mooing cow again. It is not even close to rare. It is cold in the middle. This steak is raw!"
Pulling out his best impression of a certain famous chef, Marcus was managing all of the cooks in the rebel army, some that did not even have the cooking skill.
