by which i mean natalia's taken it upon herself to prepare a treat for milla. of course, the princess didn't exactly know much about her particular tastes--just that miss maxwell had a penchant for food (any kind, she supposes), and so it only seemed right to try her hand at a meal for the spirit. you know. milla seemed like the type who deserved those kinds of gifts.
... then again, maybe no one deserved the thing that the gift ended up becoming. it's supposed to be fish, but it's both charred and not charred at the same time. it doesn't look like fish--more like someone found some kind of dying animal on the side of the road and decided to place it on milla's plate. or maybe it's the charcoal that was supposed to go in the fire? maybe it's the remains of the monster they fought a week ago? jude's science project???
either way, natalia really doesn't know what she was thinking. of course it would turn out badly. she sucks at cooking. if milla walks into the kitchen now to check on the progress of her promised meal, she'll find the princess lamenting over the wasted fish, eyebrows furrowed and mumbling quietly to herself.
also cover your nose. it smells bad. worse than alvin. ]
I don't understand. It just refuses to be prepared correctly. [ poking it with a fork. man, fuck this fish. ] Perhaps... I should try this again? Well, of course. I certainly couldn't feed this to her...
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by which i mean natalia's taken it upon herself to prepare a treat for milla. of course, the princess didn't exactly know much about her particular tastes--just that miss maxwell had a penchant for food (any kind, she supposes), and so it only seemed right to try her hand at a meal for the spirit. you know. milla seemed like the type who deserved those kinds of gifts.
... then again, maybe no one deserved the thing that the gift ended up becoming. it's supposed to be fish, but it's both charred and not charred at the same time. it doesn't look like fish--more like someone found some kind of dying animal on the side of the road and decided to place it on milla's plate. or maybe it's the charcoal that was supposed to go in the fire? maybe it's the remains of the monster they fought a week ago? jude's science project???
either way, natalia really doesn't know what she was thinking. of course it would turn out badly. she sucks at cooking. if milla walks into the kitchen now to check on the progress of her promised meal, she'll find the princess lamenting over the wasted fish, eyebrows furrowed and mumbling quietly to herself.
also cover your nose. it smells bad. worse than alvin. ]
I don't understand. It just refuses to be prepared correctly. [ poking it with a fork. man, fuck this fish. ] Perhaps... I should try this again? Well, of course. I certainly couldn't feed this to her...