"Rachael! You in here?" Charles yelled as he got into the library, unable to see her.

"Here you go!" she said, proudly putting her dish in font of him

She stayed silent and pressed against herself against a wall

He put his in front of her and tried hers. "This is actually really good. I never knew you could cook."

"Racheal please, I am sorry!"

"Grandma tought me a few tricks.... Is that... a pickle???"

She swallowed and stayed against the wall

"Um. Yes? It that bad?"

Charles stood for a moment, then whistled. a bird came flying in. "Help me find Racheal!" he urgently commanded.

"N-No... It's just a bit weird.... It tastes good though!" she said as she got a fork and took a small bite.

Racheal moved to a hiding spot she always used as a kid

"See? I win." He said, smirking

the bird could not find her and reported back to Charles. He sat at a table and got a book off of the shelf. It was narnia. He began to read aloud.

"I think that you are a bit confused, you see,I won!" she said raising a brow

She tried to resist but her home called to her

"And why is that?"

Charles closed the book and slammed his head on the desk.

"I made a very difficult three course meal, that you can only dream of making......you made a pickle..." she said pointing at the pickle sarcastically

She jumped and made a noise

"On meat and French toast. The pickle adds flavor."