"I think it's best if I stay to help out. It looks like we're under staffed any how."
Marinette said hoping that her father wasn't getting the wrong ideas of her and the Prince's relationship. Not that she minded tho.
"But, I dropped my croissants for you."
Prince Adrien looked at the croissant lying on the floor that were completely uneatable. Croissants were one of the Prince's favorite baked goods.
"Maybe, we could go after lunch is prepared?"
Marinette couldn't abandon her father. Not while the meat needed seasoned and pounded out. Prince nodded his head in agreement. He sat on a stool in the kitchen waiting for Marinette but he was a distraction for the kitchen staff who were nervous in the presence of a Royal.
Most servants hadn't set foot pass the kitchen let alone meant anyone of Prince Adrien's title. He sat patiently. He would wait an eternity to spend time with Marinette.
"May I help?"
Prince Adrien asked as he rolled up his sleeves to help a woman who gave him the croissants earlier. She had two hands both trying to lift a cast iron pot onto a table. Prince Adrien helped her lifted it.
"Your Majesty, I apologize. I usually have my daughter lift these things for me."
The woman who was shorter then Marinette and had the same color of hair in a shorter style. The short hair was odd since most women had their hair grown out but she looked at least of eastern descent. Maybe it was a popular style over there.
"I insist that I help you with your tasks. Until your daughter returns."
Prince Adrien said shocking all of the cooks in the area. Sabine didn't have the heart to tell him that Marinette was her daughter.
She showed him why she needed the pot. Sabine had a large ball of dough. Consisting of flour, yeast, eggs, sugar, salt, water, oil, and lard. She put the ball of dough into the iron pot. She needed it to be put by the oven.
The oven was brick and built into the kitchen. There was also a fireplace in which most of the soups and meat were cooked. Sabine liked to use the heat from the oven to help the bread raise before splitting it and having Thomas bake it on wooden boards.
"Can you be a dear and sit this by the oven?"
Sabine asked. Her referring Prince Adrien as dear sent a shiver down his back. He mistook her dear as deer in which Thomas brutally stabbed as a threat.
Prince Adrien did exactly as she said. Wondering if he should check on Marinette or not. He hoped her father wasn't talking her out of going on a walk with him.
"Shall I teach you to bake cookies?"
Sabine asked. Without hesitation he responded with a yes.
A/N: It's three in the morning and I'm hungry. Sabine is just gonna adopt Adrien. Who wouldn't?