Trapped!(A Seven Deadly Sins fanfic)

After

"Thanks for waiting! Here! Five large steins, gentlemen," Elizabeth said cheerily.

I smiled at her and looked back down to the bottle of ale I was wiping down.

At least she wasn't tripping every time she rushed over to a table anymore. She'd really gotten used to her waitressing. And her new outfit was much more tasteful than that other awful one. Of course, I'd had a hand in helping her come up with it, but I could see she had an eye for fashion.

Elizabeth rushed back over to me then. "Is the Apple Pie ready?"

I lifted it from where it sat and handed it over to her. "Be careful, it's pretty heavy."

"I got it, Prelialduis," she smiled. At least I'd gotten her to drop the 'Lady' business, it was kind of awkward.

"Apple-ish pie for our guests at table number three! Thank you so much for waiting!"

I placed my hand on my hip. She really had outdone herself, becoming quite the waitress.

Turns out I'd spoken too soon. She tripped over a cobblestone and landed flat on her face, the pie flying through the air and onto the customers' faces.

I winced in second-hand embarrassment.

The customer was pretty nice about it, though. "It's okay, these things happen."

"We're fine. So just do your best," the man next to him said, smiling awkwardly at her.

Elizabeth stood energetically. "Right! Thank you so much!"

And before you ask, no, I didn't threaten to cut anybody's head off if they weren't nice to her. I think maybe they pitied her for trying so hard. She really had.

Slowly, the Boar Hat began to empty out, and when everyone had left I moved to the kitchen to clean up.

While I washed the dishes, I hummed a tune to myself. I found it helpful to occupy myself with music most days, but the tones fell flat today, so I gave up altogether.

Suddenly Elizabeth burst in.

I jumped. "Elizabeth, you scared me!"

"Sorry," she giggled. "Just grabbing my soup."

"That tastes like horse shit, no offense."

She giggled again and walked out.

I looked down at the remaining dishes I had to clean, then sighed and walked out of the kitchen.

I looked up as the man we'd found passed out the day before spat out the soup he'd just put in his mouth.

"Just like Meliodas'," Hawk said, and I ignored the pang I'd felt for a second. "While they might use different techniques in the kitchen, Elizabeth is a natural when it comes to making food that tastes like real crapola. I'm so happy we have Prelialduis here."

Elizabeth looked bashful. "Sorry. Don't worry about finishing it, okay?"

Hawk began licking the table of the man's spit up.

"Oh, no, it just caught me off guard. Now that I know what it tastes like, it's not so bad that I can't keep it down," the knight said kindly.

I approached the three of them. "So, Golgius—"

He spat out his soup again, this time directly at Hawk.

"Look, sucka! Don't you spit in my face!" Hawk screamed.

"So you know who I am," Golgius said.

"Once I catch a whiff, I can't forget someone's scent," Hawk replied.