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Levana slipped in the kitchen and waved to cook. He smiled knowingly.
"She's already back there, hon. Here, take this. You both are much too skinny! What have I been feeding you?" Levana could not help but laughing as she took the picnic basket out of Cook's hands. He had been working at the palace since the year Channary was born. He was the closest thing they had to an uncle and he was the only one who knew of their secret little spot. He was the one who gave it to them!
"Thanks, Cook."
"Now, I really have got to look into changing my name! Cook the Cook! Right out of a storybook. Huh, I'm a poet and no one knows it!" He laughed at his own joke. Levana just grimaced. She had heard it on almost a daily basis her entire life. "What's wrong, sweetie? You look down."
"Nothing…"
"Boy trouble? You can always come talk to me."
"Boy trouble, alright. But not mine," she looked up at Cook. "I gotta go. She's waiting."
"Bye hon! Remember, I'm always here for you!"
Levana walked to the back supply room of the kitchen and ducked inside. She scrunched her nose. It smelled like potatoes and old cheese. Never a good combination. She touched the back wall and pulled the handle. Just like out of an old movie, the shelves swung out revealing a stone staircase. Levana proceeded upwards, making sure to close the hidden door behind her.
When she reached the top, Channary jumped up.
"Lev! I'm so sorry! Let me explain, it wasn't what you thought at all! I just-"
Levana held up a hand. "Stop." The one word amazed Channary. Levana had never been so short with her. "Let's move to the table."
The room had once been an old secret office up in the highest tower, but was tragically forgotten over the years. One day Cook had found it and gave it to Levana for her sixth birthday. Together, she, Channary, and Cook had renovated it to the dream getaway for young girls. There was even a bathroom and shower. They had luxurious bunk beds, huge netscreens, all types of fluffy things in all different colors, and the best view Luna had to offer. A hangout fit only for two princesses.
"First, Cook made us lunch," Levana held up the basket. "Let's eat, and tell me all about the discussions. After, I need to know exactly what happened last night."
"Deal," Channary agreed.
