It began with a perfectly innocent idea. Or at least, it sounded innocent.
“We should hold a feast!” Kael announced one morning, thumping a hand on the table with great enthusiasm. “To celebrate peace! To honor our victory! And to… uh… eat something that isn’t stew!”
Mia looked up from peeling potatoes. “That sounds lovely. What kind of feast?”
“A Harvest Festival!” Kael declared. “Music! Dancing! Games! And—most importantly—no turnips!”
From across the room, Sophia looked up sharply. “No turnips? Are you mad? Turnips are nutritious! Turnips are noble! Turnips—”
“—have caused nothing but trouble since the day we met them,” Mia finished for her. “Kael’s right. No turnips. Let’s give them a rest.”
Sophia crossed her arms. “Fine. Ban the turnips. See if I care. I shall eat them all by m
