When the dinner came, the food from the hospital, I did not touch it. I hate hospital food. Being a doctor myself, I never liked hospital food! So, Harry told Austin to buy food from the outside world. I had an idea that Austin should just get food from the Palace. I mean it’s just 2 kms. away. I don’t know which idea did he choose to follow, all I know is food is coming.
Harry: Why don’t you want to eat the hospital food?
Allana: I don’t want it. It does not taste that good. It’s bland. And I hate bland food.
Harry: Do you cook?
Allana: Yeah, I cook and sometimes bake. Why?
Harry: I’m just wondering if you could cook. Do you have time for it?
Allana: Uh, at first no, I was really working here and working on my doctorate thesis to get a scholarship in Harvard, but since my accident, I had to move my arms, Mum insisted on me baking, then I learned how to cook.
This bloke is really interested in my life.
Allana: How about you? Do you cook?
Harry: Uh, I cook a lot better than William, but I still need to practice on it.
Allana: Oh, we can practice actually, if there will be a wedding, I could teach you how to, you know, cook stuff.
Harry: You will teach me how to cook stuff?
Allana: What’s wrong with that? You can cook an egg right?
Harry: Scrambled eggs. I can’t cook those sunny-side ups.
Allana: Oh, well, we’ll start with a sunny-side up egg.
Austin came in with a bag which I hope that is full of food from somewhere.
Allana: Who’s idea did you take after all?
Austin: Yours. Food from the palace is more practical than buying food from the outside. Palace food is much healthier.
Harry: But it’s not bland?
Austin: No sir.
Allana: You sure? I hate foods that are bland. And colorless.
Austin: I’m pretty sure ma’am.
Allana: Okay, what did you just call me?
Austin: M-
Allana: Don't ever call me that. I have a first name. Okay?
Austin: Yes.
Allana: What did you bring anyway?
Austin: I got, pesto pasta and spaghetti.
Allana: Oh, what are you gonna eat?
Austin: I already ate. That’s why it took long for me to come back.
Allana: Oh, Harry, what do you want, spag or pesto?
Harry: Uh, you choose first.
Allana: You choose first. Both to me are colorful.
Harry: Uh, I, choose, uh, spaghetti.
Austin: It comes with meatballs.
Harry: Meatballs. I won. Yippie!
Allana: Then I get the pesto.
Austin: It comes with garlic bread. That I sorta, left in the palace.
Allana: You brought the meatballs but you left the garlic bread?
Austin: Yeah, sorry, I forgot to pack them.
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Reaching Out (A Prince Harry of Wales FanFiction)
FanfictionAllana Kavanagh has it all. She's studying in the University of Cambridge in England, she's got a pending scholarship in Harvard, loving father and a caring mother, her life is almost perfect, her father, although tried to give her a perfect life he...
