Dealing With Blonds

Can you cook?

I managed to yawn at the exact moment that the two men opened the tent and walked in. "Someone's tired."

I nodded my head to the King. "A bit." I admitted.

Jarico coughed loudly. Both myself and Tramontane looked at him queerly. "Are you ill caption?" The king turned to face Jarico.

The caption of the guard just nodded his head, "Im fine, Im fine."

"Very well, Sirocco since you're here, you could be of some help." The king gave me a look like he was daring me to object.

"And...." I waved my hand in the air for him to continue.

Tramontane chuckled once more, "Can you cook?"

I raised a brow. "What type of question is that?"

Jarico shot me a look...man if looks could kill. The king seemed to find it rather amusing, "Rayly cant even make Koltro good enough to give to wild boars."

I chuckled quietly along with Tramontane and Jarico, "If Koltro is all you want then yes I can make some." I stood up with another yawn.

"Great!" The king clapped his hands like an exited child. "Since your.." he paused for a moment to find a word that fitted my current attire, "Dressed, the caption here can show you to the fire." With that he clapped Jarico on the back and in a very kingly faction that I knew was his mockery he left. As the tent fell back in place I caught the sight of a crimson pelt.

I sighed, "Well we should get this over with." Jarico just nodded and held a hand out. "I can get up on my own."

A/N Yes I know I'm a horrible person leaving you with such a short chapter and making you wait so long......Sorry!