Inara was happy to meet the Cook, a funny pot-bellied man who emerged from the kitchen, which was a door away from the dinning. He dished the food himself from the bowls into two separate plates for both her and Lemuel.
“You are both going to be dreaming of this delicacy for days to come. I took my time and ensured all my culinary skills were poured into this, seeing as it’s also a welcome meal for your lovely new bride.”
“Thank you.” Inara said, smiling. He looked and sounded funny, reminding her of Super Mario. She liked him already.
“Oh, you’re welcome.” He said, smiling at her. “My name is Feedwell.”
“That is a funny name sir.”
“And it suits me.” He said, pointing at his protruding stomach, which was tucked under a shirt that was hidden behind an apron. “Doesn’t it?”
“No doubt it
