[ his eyes trail from natalia, to the suspicious bowl she's trying to hide, to the oven that's apparently the source of this disaster, and finally back to the princess. ]
Is that what you call this?
[ did she even use a recipe? why is this his job? this isn't what he signed up for.
whatever. he shakes his head and steps around her to get to the oven and turn it off. he makes no move to open it or to fetch water, however; he settles for waving his hand through the smoke to help it disperse, nose wrinkling. it'll go away eventually, so in the meantime he backs away from it to stare natalia down. ]
Where are the cooks?
[ there should've been someone here to keep an eye on her - even just one person, but there's no sign of them. he'll have to talk to them about this later. ]
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Is that what you call this?
[ did she even use a recipe? why is this his job? this isn't what he signed up for.
whatever. he shakes his head and steps around her to get to the oven and turn it off. he makes no move to open it or to fetch water, however; he settles for waving his hand through the smoke to help it disperse, nose wrinkling. it'll go away eventually, so in the meantime he backs away from it to stare natalia down. ]
Where are the cooks?
[ there should've been someone here to keep an eye on her - even just one person, but there's no sign of them. he'll have to talk to them about this later. ]