THE GRAVE SHORTCAKE SITUATION-
The Wonder Chef disappeared.
"God, that guy freaks me out," Zelos said.
"That's because he's a guy," Genis replied, trying to fan away the wonder smoke.
"You're an obnoxious brat, you know that?" Zelos said while also fanning away the wonder smoke. "But that guy, with the giant fork, just freak'n weird. I guess we'll have to show Lloyd later."
"Why?" Genis asked. "I'm the cook."
"Something about 'acquiring the recipe'. Whatever, I'm tired."
"Hey, look."
Sitting on the table in the inn was a single shortcake.
"All right! This really IS gonna be cake!" Zelos exclaimed. He leap for the tempting pastry.
"Hey! That's mine!" Genis punched Zelos in the kidney.
"Ow! You silver-haired short shit!"
"You dorky womanly arrogant ass!"
Regal walked into the room of chaos. "Genis, Zelos! Stop!" He proceed to somersault across the room, slamming his foot onto the dessert breaking the table in half in the process. The succulent pieces of pastry scattered across the inn, mostly however remaining on Regal's greave.
Zelos and Genis naturally looked up.
"Don't you see what you're doing?" Regal asked. "By fighting over the shortcake, you have strengthened the hatred between half-elves and humans!"
"Huh?" Genis and Zelos uttered confused.
"We have to learn to accept one another's differences to achieve perfect harmony in the world." Regal paused. "That is the least I can do to atone for my tragic crime." He shed a silent tear.
"I just wanted ca-" Zelos began.
"Yes, yes!" Regal announced elegantly, "We shall have cake!" He pulled off his boot and handed it to Genis and Zelos. "Cake... for all."
Genis looked at Zelos. "Uh, should we?"
Zelos looked back. "Sure, short fry," he replied respectfully.
And so they all ate off Regal's greave, happy to indulge themselves in the delicious meal and score a point for acceptance and harmony. Later, Genis fell over because of food poisoning, but he was glad that Zelos didn't push him for once.
