It's much too long since I wrote Fushigi Yugi fic slaps self with wet fish so I decided to take a prompt table from 100quills (a Harry Potter fanfic challenge community on livejournal) and use it to write FY fic. This uses
"What do you eat for breakfast here, Hoto – er, your highness?" Miaka asked.
"Well, one usually prefers pancakes with maple syrup, although one is always provided with a variety of the finest delicacies," the emperor replied.
"No, I mean what do most people eat around here? People like me. I'm already hungry thinking about it," Miaka clarified. Hotohori looked confused.
"But you are the Priestess of Suzaku," he said. "You surely do not wish to eat the foods of the people?"
"You mean I get to eat really posh food? Delicacies?" Miaka was practically slavering. Hotohori hid an amused smile. He'd never known a woman with such a huge appetite before.
"Of course," he said. Miaka's grin was so huge that if it hadn't been confined by the proportions of her face it would probably have touched both the sun and the moon at once.
"How long until breakfast?" she asked. Hotohori signalled to the nearby servant with the hand that was out of Miaka's sight. The servant struck the gong loudly.
"Perfect timing," Hotohori told her. Sure, it was a little early, but it would make her happy… and he knew it was irresponsible, but in all honesty he didn't care if everyone else in the palace missed breakfast if Miaka would just direct that delighted smile at him again… and yes, even the emperor of Hong Nan was allowed to act like a sappy lovestruck fool, because he was a sappy lovestruck fool. And being the emperor meant that no one was allowed to tease him for it. Not even his own ego.