" I'm most definitely not going to follow a strange man into an enclosed space. "

"Xolia, please. I am the least likely person to kill you in this entire establishment. Three simple reasons. One, wether I work for good oe bad wouldn't matter because they both want you alive. Two, no matter what I do for a living, a dead queen wouldn't do anything good for my reputation. Three, you're going to taste my cooking wether you like it ot not. I dont get why no one wants to try my casserole. It good, I promise!"

She sighed softly. " Fine. I guess I'll try your...casserole. I doubt it will be as good as my mothers, though. "

"Well at least you didnt make me drag you. Ya know, I'm doing you a favor. Protecting you, feeding you, giving you a place to rest, so I guess I am doing you a tone of favors.

But no Miss rudey britches... You could at least act happy to get to try the casserole..."

" I'm not one to 'act' happy. Don't expect much out of me. "

"Geeez. Look, I get it, you're in a tough spot. Thats no reason to pout. Lighten up eh?'

" I'm not going to 'lighten up,' until I find my husband and we are both home. "

"Pffft.
Wow.
Talk about a Debby downer. You won't get anything done like that. Ya know, the only real disability is a bad attitude."

" No. My attitude is completely reasonable. "

"Hiw the hell do you get away with rulling a country acting like this? Royals, so spiiled these days. Well here we are, go on. Sit down at the table and Ill have a plate of casserole ready in a moment."

He opened the door and guestured to a table that seemes well decorated and lovely. It had all of the necessary items to eat with except for a plate, only since Garth was plating up his casserole.