The Chef frowned and folded his arms, turning to her.
"Do without you? And what would this mandatory commitment be, if I may ask?"
She looked at the ground for a moment. It was obvious that the chef didn't take it well.
"Well, as you know, Quarin has to preside over important events, and there is one on that very day ... he underlined the importance of being by his side that evening."
He snorted, spreading his arms. "Damn. This was my concern from the beginning, that the prince's woman wanted to cook as a hobby and not for work. I'm sorry, and a lot, because I've heard some great things about you. And given what Senshaw told me, I didn't expect less. But I asked you right away, remember? What - do - you - want?" he underlined each word with a wave of his hand, “And you told me that bei
