Chapter Four—A Cut In The Kitchen
Chapter Four
Zelda dressed herself into one of her oldest dresses. It was the same dress she wore when Link had defeated Ganon three years ago. She was surprised she could still fit in it. She was sure it would feel too small. But to her surprise, she fit perfectly in it. A slender fit! She admired herself in the mirror and smiled.
"I hope Link will like this," she said to herself, her smile getting wider, "I know I promised him we were only friends but I lied to him," she said, "I know it's bad to lie to your one true love but in this case, I truly think he believes we're only friends."
She combed out her hair and quickly slipped on her shoes. She took one last glance at the mirror and walked out of her room. Breakfast was about to be served, judging by the thick aroma of bacon and eggs. She was sure Link would be there too, all the service guards were invited to breakfast. She walked downstairs to the dinning hall and found the only Link sitting at the table. He looked up at her and smiled. Zelda smiled back.
"Nobody's here yet?" she asked him, taking her seat next to him.
"Nope," he said, shaking his head, "Impa said she has some things to take care of. I heard one of the employees in the kitchen got in a fight and I think one's gonna get fired. Not a lot of people I'm sure will be coming today."
"How about father?"
"Oh, he'll be here," he said, "Once he heard about the fight he said he has to go but he also said he'll be back in time for breakfast. So he should be coming pretty soon," he looked at what Zelda was wearing, "Interesting dress."
She smiled again, "You remember the last time I wore it?"
He nodded, "Of course I remember," he said, "You were wearing it that day I defeated Ganon, weren't you?"
Her face lit up, "I can't believe you remembered! I thought you've forgotten."
Link put on a pathetic face, "How could I forget a day like that? That was the day when..."
"Yes?"
He blushed a little, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Enough about you...let's talk about me!" he smiled cutely.
Zelda smiled playfully and nudged him a little, "You're predictable!" she laughed a little as her father stepped into the room. He had a smug expression on, "Oh, hello, father."
"Hello, Zelda," he said, taking his seat.
"How'd everything go?" asked Link.
The king sighed in a stressful way, "People these days..." he muttered, "Don't know why they always have to fight!"
"You mean that fight in the kitchen this morning," asked Link, leaning on his hand.
"Oh, of course! Eggs...pickle juice...tomato sauce splattered all over the kitchen. If they wanted to fight at least find someplace where there wouldn't be so much mess."
"What did you do, father?" Zelda asked, smiling sweetly.
"Fired them both!" he answered, "Grown men shouldn't be acting in such a way. Even my own daughter doesn't do that...and she's a brat!"
Link laughed, "You're right, sire," he said, "The brat of the family."
Zelda was hurt but she took it very well. She softly shoved Link, "I can't believe you! Father...do you really think I'm that much of a brat?"
But the king didn't answer, "What's for breakfast, anyway?" Link and Zelda both shrugged, "Well, I like surprises anyway. Let's see...I smell bacon and eggs. Everything else is like a blur."
Link sat up straight in his chair, "Impa said we'll be getting bacon and sausage omelets with cheese. I believe she said we'll have a alternate choice of home fries."
The king licked his lips, "That sounds really good, doesn't it, Zelda?"
Zelda shook her head, because she knew he was teasing her, "I'm allergic to home fries...you know that, don't you, father? And the cooks should too!"
"Oh...we have a picky Zelda, here," the king hooted, "Picky...picky...picky...Zelda," he teased.
Zelda blushed, "Would you rather me covered in spots?" Link laughed hard when she said that, "What? I get itchy spots if I eat home fries. And it's not funny then when I touch you and you get the spots also," she glared at him. He stopped laughing.
"Ok...you win this time..." Link said, "But next time don't expect me to go on easily."
Zelda nodded and stood up, "I'm gonna see what's taking them so long," she said as she began to walk out, "Link, why don't you come with me?"
Link nodded and then looked at the king, "Is that alright with you?"
The king shrugged, "Fine by me! Just don't ruin my breakfast!" he laughed. Link smiled and followed Zelda to the kitchen. All lot of the cooks were running along the various stoves and sinks, rushing to get something done. One of the cooks looked at Zelda and put on a frightened look.
"Oh, Gods!" she screamed to the other cooks, "The princess is here."
Zelda raised one eyebrow, "So?" she asked.
"Please don't fire us!" another one screamed, "We're going as fast as we can! The cooks your father fired were the fastest cooks! We're don't have as much speed as usual now."
Zelda shook her head, "I'm not gonna fire you! I was just seeing what's the big hold up. Is there something we can help you with?"
"Actually there is," said the cook. She nodded at Link, "Here, you cut the food on that cutting board and Zelda can watch the bacon. But try not to let it burn. And young man, I want the tomatoes cut as thick as your smallest finger."
Link smiled, "No problem," he said. He walked over to the cutting board and took up a knife. He reached for the onions and chopped it up quick and easily. Zelda walked over to a big stove and began to turn the bacon. One of the cooks wiped the sweat from her eyebrows.
"And we're getting all worked up about getting fired," she said, smiling.
"We should be on the kitchen staff," Zelda said, giving one of the strips of bacon a nice turn, "I can make cakes. You guys hardly ever make cakes anymore."
The cook cleared her throat, "Actually we're by orders not to make cake anymore."
Zelda looked hurt, "No more cakes!?"
"Impa says they get you too hyper. That we should only make it on special occasions."
"When was the last time you made one?"
"Last night...at that party," she said. Zelda's eyes widened.
"I should've stayed," she said. She turned the bacon again, "How you doing over there, Link?"
Link had finished all the onions and tomatoes and was now working on the bread, "I'm almost finished. I got a lot of bread here."
The cook peered down at the pan in which Zelda was turning the bacon on, "Look's like you're finished. Why don't you go and help Link with cutting?"
Zelda nodded, "With pleasure," she walked over to where Link was and took up a knife, "This looks easy," she began. The bread was extremely hard to cut. She had to push down on the bread, making a messy cut line. She smiled, "I'm not that good of a cutter."
Link looked down at her work, "You're using the wrong knife," he said, "Use the knife that has a jagged blade. You won't have to push down as much," he handed her the correct knife and watched her. She still had trouble cutting, "Just move the knife back and forth on the blade. It'll cut...don't push down or it'll make a messy cut line."
Zelda nodded as did as she was told. It was less straining and she was able to easily cut the bread and make a clean, straight cut line. She looked up and smiled at Link, "I never thought it'd be this easy."
Link smiled back and went back to his cutting, "You try too hard," he continued cutting, not giving a care on how fast he was going. He kept going faster and faster until...finally...he accidentally cut himself! He stumbled backwards, "My, God! I cut myself!"
Zelda put down the knife and ran over to Link. She studied his wound, "That's pretty deep. You should go see the doctor down the hall to get it wrapped up," she ran her cold fingers down the cut.
Link placed the knife back down on the knife rack and walked away from the kitchen. He had to get the cut wrapped up. It was bleeding a lot.
Author's Note: Freaky, right? Now you've seen firsthand on how quickly I can get on with things. Note that there wasn't much humor in this section of the story but it catches your attention just as well. I'm working on the next chapter. RR...and no flames please.
Chapter Four
Zelda dressed herself into one of her oldest dresses. It was the same dress she wore when Link had defeated Ganon three years ago. She was surprised she could still fit in it. She was sure it would feel too small. But to her surprise, she fit perfectly in it. A slender fit! She admired herself in the mirror and smiled.
"I hope Link will like this," she said to herself, her smile getting wider, "I know I promised him we were only friends but I lied to him," she said, "I know it's bad to lie to your one true love but in this case, I truly think he believes we're only friends."
She combed out her hair and quickly slipped on her shoes. She took one last glance at the mirror and walked out of her room. Breakfast was about to be served, judging by the thick aroma of bacon and eggs. She was sure Link would be there too, all the service guards were invited to breakfast. She walked downstairs to the dinning hall and found the only Link sitting at the table. He looked up at her and smiled. Zelda smiled back.
"Nobody's here yet?" she asked him, taking her seat next to him.
"Nope," he said, shaking his head, "Impa said she has some things to take care of. I heard one of the employees in the kitchen got in a fight and I think one's gonna get fired. Not a lot of people I'm sure will be coming today."
"How about father?"
"Oh, he'll be here," he said, "Once he heard about the fight he said he has to go but he also said he'll be back in time for breakfast. So he should be coming pretty soon," he looked at what Zelda was wearing, "Interesting dress."
She smiled again, "You remember the last time I wore it?"
He nodded, "Of course I remember," he said, "You were wearing it that day I defeated Ganon, weren't you?"
Her face lit up, "I can't believe you remembered! I thought you've forgotten."
Link put on a pathetic face, "How could I forget a day like that? That was the day when..."
"Yes?"
He blushed a little, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Enough about you...let's talk about me!" he smiled cutely.
Zelda smiled playfully and nudged him a little, "You're predictable!" she laughed a little as her father stepped into the room. He had a smug expression on, "Oh, hello, father."
"Hello, Zelda," he said, taking his seat.
"How'd everything go?" asked Link.
The king sighed in a stressful way, "People these days..." he muttered, "Don't know why they always have to fight!"
"You mean that fight in the kitchen this morning," asked Link, leaning on his hand.
"Oh, of course! Eggs...pickle juice...tomato sauce splattered all over the kitchen. If they wanted to fight at least find someplace where there wouldn't be so much mess."
"What did you do, father?" Zelda asked, smiling sweetly.
"Fired them both!" he answered, "Grown men shouldn't be acting in such a way. Even my own daughter doesn't do that...and she's a brat!"
Link laughed, "You're right, sire," he said, "The brat of the family."
Zelda was hurt but she took it very well. She softly shoved Link, "I can't believe you! Father...do you really think I'm that much of a brat?"
But the king didn't answer, "What's for breakfast, anyway?" Link and Zelda both shrugged, "Well, I like surprises anyway. Let's see...I smell bacon and eggs. Everything else is like a blur."
Link sat up straight in his chair, "Impa said we'll be getting bacon and sausage omelets with cheese. I believe she said we'll have a alternate choice of home fries."
The king licked his lips, "That sounds really good, doesn't it, Zelda?"
Zelda shook her head, because she knew he was teasing her, "I'm allergic to home fries...you know that, don't you, father? And the cooks should too!"
"Oh...we have a picky Zelda, here," the king hooted, "Picky...picky...picky...Zelda," he teased.
Zelda blushed, "Would you rather me covered in spots?" Link laughed hard when she said that, "What? I get itchy spots if I eat home fries. And it's not funny then when I touch you and you get the spots also," she glared at him. He stopped laughing.
"Ok...you win this time..." Link said, "But next time don't expect me to go on easily."
Zelda nodded and stood up, "I'm gonna see what's taking them so long," she said as she began to walk out, "Link, why don't you come with me?"
Link nodded and then looked at the king, "Is that alright with you?"
The king shrugged, "Fine by me! Just don't ruin my breakfast!" he laughed. Link smiled and followed Zelda to the kitchen. All lot of the cooks were running along the various stoves and sinks, rushing to get something done. One of the cooks looked at Zelda and put on a frightened look.
"Oh, Gods!" she screamed to the other cooks, "The princess is here."
Zelda raised one eyebrow, "So?" she asked.
"Please don't fire us!" another one screamed, "We're going as fast as we can! The cooks your father fired were the fastest cooks! We're don't have as much speed as usual now."
Zelda shook her head, "I'm not gonna fire you! I was just seeing what's the big hold up. Is there something we can help you with?"
"Actually there is," said the cook. She nodded at Link, "Here, you cut the food on that cutting board and Zelda can watch the bacon. But try not to let it burn. And young man, I want the tomatoes cut as thick as your smallest finger."
Link smiled, "No problem," he said. He walked over to the cutting board and took up a knife. He reached for the onions and chopped it up quick and easily. Zelda walked over to a big stove and began to turn the bacon. One of the cooks wiped the sweat from her eyebrows.
"And we're getting all worked up about getting fired," she said, smiling.
"We should be on the kitchen staff," Zelda said, giving one of the strips of bacon a nice turn, "I can make cakes. You guys hardly ever make cakes anymore."
The cook cleared her throat, "Actually we're by orders not to make cake anymore."
Zelda looked hurt, "No more cakes!?"
"Impa says they get you too hyper. That we should only make it on special occasions."
"When was the last time you made one?"
"Last night...at that party," she said. Zelda's eyes widened.
"I should've stayed," she said. She turned the bacon again, "How you doing over there, Link?"
Link had finished all the onions and tomatoes and was now working on the bread, "I'm almost finished. I got a lot of bread here."
The cook peered down at the pan in which Zelda was turning the bacon on, "Look's like you're finished. Why don't you go and help Link with cutting?"
Zelda nodded, "With pleasure," she walked over to where Link was and took up a knife, "This looks easy," she began. The bread was extremely hard to cut. She had to push down on the bread, making a messy cut line. She smiled, "I'm not that good of a cutter."
Link looked down at her work, "You're using the wrong knife," he said, "Use the knife that has a jagged blade. You won't have to push down as much," he handed her the correct knife and watched her. She still had trouble cutting, "Just move the knife back and forth on the blade. It'll cut...don't push down or it'll make a messy cut line."
Zelda nodded as did as she was told. It was less straining and she was able to easily cut the bread and make a clean, straight cut line. She looked up and smiled at Link, "I never thought it'd be this easy."
Link smiled back and went back to his cutting, "You try too hard," he continued cutting, not giving a care on how fast he was going. He kept going faster and faster until...finally...he accidentally cut himself! He stumbled backwards, "My, God! I cut myself!"
Zelda put down the knife and ran over to Link. She studied his wound, "That's pretty deep. You should go see the doctor down the hall to get it wrapped up," she ran her cold fingers down the cut.
Link placed the knife back down on the knife rack and walked away from the kitchen. He had to get the cut wrapped up. It was bleeding a lot.
Author's Note: Freaky, right? Now you've seen firsthand on how quickly I can get on with things. Note that there wasn't much humor in this section of the story but it catches your attention just as well. I'm working on the next chapter. RR...and no flames please.