Okay, even though I missed Monday, I did double-post on Friday, so I think I can be forgiven.
By the way, it is pretty awesome to have people who have read my fic in so many different places: the Philippines, the UK, Finland, Mexico, Malaysia, Singapore, and Indonesia! Not to mention my American and Canadian brothers and sisters.
Standard disclaimers apply.
Plain text is Yuri, underlined text is Raven, italicized text is Estelle, bold is Judith, and italicized and underlined text is Rita.
*face gritted in pain* Ugn…I don't think we're going to make it…
*lying facedown* …this is worse than any poison I've ever known…
My healing artes…aren't helping…
Come on! My croquettes weren't THAT bad!
*green-faced*…why wouldn't you just let ME cook the croquettes…
How do you expect to land a man one day with cooking like THAT?
*punching Raven* Shut up!
*thoughtfully eating*Well, I don't think these are bad at all.
*everyone gives Judith a confused look, except for Rita*
What?! *another bite* Mmm…tasty.
You see?! *smiling* You bunch of babies. Judith understands my culinary genius.
*stomach grumbles* …uh-oh.
What do you mean, 'uh-oh'?
I mean…I need to lie down for a moment…*lies down and curls up*
*scared* Rita's cooking might be the death of Brave Vesperia.
Alexei couldn't do it, Zagi keeps trying but can't, all of the monsters we've fought have failed…
…but Rita and her evil cooking may just manage it.
*angry*…I hate you guys.
If anyone was bad at cooking, I'd imagine it would be Rita. Thanks for reading, help me out with a review!