Chapter 11: Cooking Disasters
After leaving the Madame's room, both of them arrived in yet another hallway. The crystal ball provided light for the young girl, and Leota guided her straight to a nearby door. "Might as well start with this man," she told her. "might as well get you something to eat as well." Opening the door, Andy was now in a small kitchen. Mostly it was dirty for the many years of not being used. A pile of plates lay before her in a small table, untouched and unclean. The nearby chimney was raging with fire, and a familiar smell caught Andy's nose. It was the smell of chicken, mixed with a bit of tomato sauce. The smell was faint, as it had been long gone, but the smell turned harder to miss. "Where is that man?" As if to answer Leota's question, a man materialized in the middle of the room, he was a tall, skinny man with a long beard wearing a chef's traditional outfit. Some parts of his clothes were burned, a big pole was sticking out of his back.
"WHAT? WHAT?" he asked, rather angrily. Andy just looked at him. From the way he scowled, it was enough to tell her to get out. "Can't you see I am cooking here? Out, shoo!"
"Why can't get out." Madame Leota said simply.
"And why not? I'm Javier the Chef, the Master Chef. I require time alone in order to create the most fabulous of plates in the world!"
"Edward is having trouble with her again, he wondered if you could tell the little lady here, your story…"
"He's still on with that book!?" Andy placed Madame Leota in the nearby table, and seated herself on the floor. Javier looked back at the girl, then back at Leota. "Now, he expects me to tell stories to a child? Cooking is were my mind should be, not telling little girls stories."
"Like it or not we are staying, so you better start talking, unless Constance is controlled, he won't be able to tell her, the stories." The cook sighed in defeat.
"Fine! Now, you little girl, listen well!" Andy nodded, keeping very silent. "Once upon a time there was a great cook name Javier. He was so good he was invited to the King's castle to cook for him, then one day he died in a fire, The End." Andy just blinked at the chef, Leota just frowned.
"Is that the best you could? Do it right, we won't be leaving until you do."
"FINE!" He growled, he then looked back at the young girl. "All my life I wished to be the acclaimed Master Cook of the world. Seeking new recipes was my only goal in life, and improving my cooking abilities. Near where I used to live, a great King had come to visit…" Andy began to smell an awful odor, as if something were burning. "After he had tasted one of my many beautiful well done plates, he invited me to his palace. That was the first time I felt loved, and that I felt superior to other cooks." Was the odor getting closer? Andy could hardly breath. "One day, however, after my third year reign as a master cook…" his face suddenly turned bright red, sweat ran down his cheeks. The fire in the chimney grew, and the room turned warm. Some of the plates began to fall to the floor, Andy got up so fast she cut her arm with a sharp stone, that had been next to the chimney. She moved a bit away, grabbing the leather bag and putting it on her chest. This room was turning awfully hot. "that fire…that fire destroyed everything! MY DREAMS!!" The chimney spouted fire that hit the cook. "That darn fire!! AHH!!!" A ball of fire engulf him, and he disappeared. The ball of fire as well, along with the fire of the chimney. The room was once again dark. "WHY!? WHY!?" was the last words she heard from the cook as Andy, left the room, carrying Madame Leota in her hands.
"If the cook doesn't kill me, the mansion will…" she told the woman. Leota just laugh.
"Wouldn't dream of it, come now, let's move…there is someone else I want you to meet."