Chocolate Mousse
King Tingaling was back on his throne in the gigantic throne room, being fed spoon after spoon of thick, smooth chocolate mousse. Michel licked his lips. It did look rather yummy. Could it be yummier than his mum’s fondant au chocolat? Maybe it wasn’t that delicious, but it looked delicious enough. How he missed his mum’s chocolate cakes, her chocolate cookies, her… everything. His mum loved baking, and she always said it was impossible to get good cakes and bread in London, not like how it was in France. His dad would then say it wasn’t true, and there were plenty of places to get good cakes and bread, and besides, British baked foods were just as good. British or French, Michel didn’t care right now, he’d eat anything.
Duke’s tongue hung out, and drool was dribbling do
