A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 8 - A mid-Dinner Crisis 🍴

(Hint: Spoon)

The meal went boisterously great. Ave had a steak with a side of mushroom sauce. She then added a large plate full of raw oysters, clams and scallops on a silver, variation platter.

The waiter went agape at first, but didn't comment neither looked dismayed at her.

Then when it was time for the dessert menus, he then carried a molten, hot chocolate souffle.

It was medium-sized and looking not too extravagant. Until she took a bite out of it.

The texture and flavor was just right.
Ave felt delighted as she took another bite. Then another bite. When it was over, another shocking menu came, her- being an ecstatic piece of firework under the yellow chandelier sky, -was presented with a large piece of round cheesecake.

Again. Not too extravagant, presented with a top of berries and red cranberries. Until she take a bite. She almost vomited with joy.

Which he specifically said not to pour rum directly on top of it. Which she didn't listen to. Ignored the maples syrup and poured the rum on top of it. To ehich gave her a stomach ache, but it was gone a mere seconds after. She then poured the maple syrup, which made it a whole lot better for her, as the cheesecake only tasted like milk and expensive ingredients.

"It was not on the menu." He added, a bit shocked in agape as he saw her ravage the cheesecake pancake vigorously.

To which the so-called man of a name Heisenberg said nothing about, but wanting to fatten and feed Ave more food.

Ave had no idea as she responded with a smile.

The toppings were filled with tiny, cubic fresh fruits. As she saw the last one resting a bit crooked at the center. Like the tower of Pisa but upside down. She paid no mind as she was too busy being disappointed by the fact there was still a whole lot of cake. But so little tiny cube fruit.

It was a work of a piece of art for her eyes. She almost wanted to take it home and put it a rest in the fridge. Until she grew old. If she ate it now, she would crave and she would be too poor to buy the natural ingredients on the market.

She might as well see it oftenly on television and drool at the cinematic movement.

She smiled delightly as she took a bite, lips slightly turned upside down. Still wishing, feeling, if she could have a second-serving, she would maybe owe the restaurant for life.

Until it dawned on her that it was a royal ball's dish of a provider. Which she shortly didn't care about, managing another bite in her mouth.

As like right now, she didn't care if she pounded some weight from the feast of this evening of the night. She could eat a whole cow and not even mind as she could waste some sweat and reduce the scale of her weight, eventually returning to her average scale.

She wanted to pound some more weight onto the plate. Feeling it was a but too tiny for her mouth and stomach anyways, compared to the portions of food she usually ate on diners or restaurants.

Averithe felt she didn't really have much of a problem with weight gain. As of now,
compared to the adult of royals she had observed through the night, she was conoarably tiny, small and very much tinier in height. The thought of the funny-looking, and quirky people flashed through her mind. Some were healthy, at an average weight. Some were overweight looking like a tennis ball. Some were just tall and had the most balanced proportioned of figure.

She perfectly guessed that they exercise everyday through a strict or non-planned regime, and wholethroughly cut their meals. To like a broccoli and a tiny piece of celery or potato.