"Oh! Lord, you are here. What can I get for you today?" The male fairy asked. He fluttered there with his small apron saying up and down.
"Give me two sets for the both of us of whatever you got an abundance of. Whatever you make is always so good it's to die for." Blake loved this fairy's cooking. His name is Yandal, and he was one of the refugees that came when the orc army was on the move. He took up cooking after having some of the food from the city and became interested in it himself. Surprisingly he was quite good at it and knew how to make meat skewers very well. Blake came here any time he was in the city.
"Right'O. They will be a bit. I have a few customers before you." Yandal was never one to show favoritism. No matter who it was, he would always stick to his first come, first serve policy.
"No problem. Your food is worth the wait." Blake rubbed his hands as he smiled. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into those meat skewers.
