A/N: This one is just a small snippet. I wasn't feeling it and I couldn't go any longer. Sorry.
As much as Kuzco tried to deny it, he really had missed the life of the peasants. I guess those "country folks" really did manage to have a quality way of life, away from the pressures of endless servitude, warm water, and those really cool mint chocolates stuffed in every pillow.
"So...how do I do this again? Malina...the pokey things are not working with me." he complained, setting down utensils, as his mother-in-law had requested, knowing the Emperor was staying for breakfast.
"You mean forks? You can't be serious. Easy," Malina practically replied "...just criss cross, applesauce, up down, merry go round!" In a blink of an eye, the table had been set perfectly, as was much of Malina's doings. She winked playfully and nudged him against his skinny torso.
"You are so hot."
She chuckled slightly and grabbed some cups, setting the last final touches on the table.
Kuzco grew bored. "When are we going to be done with this? It's almost like you are caring too much...wait," he thought back, "is that even possible?"
She fidgeted with her hands nervously, stroking her fingers rapidly. Breathing abruptly fast she stated. "Everything is ready for the most perfect breakfast ever... I'm sure that they will never forget it, I mean, come on! How can they possibly forget the most perfect breakfast ever?! Could you forget it? I couldn't forget it. Especially considering the fact that I am never going to see them again, hahah" Malina's crooked smile had spread across her face, making Kuzco apprehensively go back. He could have sworn an eye was moving where it wasn't supposed to.
"Whoah, Malina. Wanna cookie?" he offered cowardly.