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Az’s silver spork clatters to his plate.
The macaroni is… interesting. The texture is not quite right, and the cheese sauce has an odd after-taste, but it’s close enough that once we get over the first or second bite, Jaya, Lois and I abandon all decorum and start shoveling the gooey goodness into our mouths. In all honesty, it only takes about four or five mouthfuls, but even though it’s not quite right - it’s absolute bliss.
“Well this is… certainly a change to the pre-approved menu for the journey,” Lady Zalora says, singling off one piece of macaroni with her silver spork and inspecting it like it might be a poison.
Vel nods her head before swallowing her mouthful. “I like it.”
“If it makes the humans happy, then we can accommodate any changes,” the Prince says beside me as he swaps my now empty plate for his, hardly-touched portion of mac ‘n’ cheese. I smile at him, about to voice my thanks, when I’m interrupted by Az.
“Would you really kiss the male who made this?” he asks Lois, his brain apparently snagged on that little tidbit and unable to move on.
“Uh-huh,” Lois confirms, licking the cheesy sauce from her spork as she looks at him with a raised brow. “And I’d do a whole lot more if he can make me pizza and ice cream.”
Az’s mouth hangs open a second or two before he closes it with a gulp. “I-uh… you know, I could work the nutrition replicator. I’m sure I could make anything you want.”
Vel, who’s sat on the other side of Lois, makes a scoffing noise into her food. “When was the last time you stepped foot into those kitchens, Az?”
Az bites something back at her and Lady Zalora calls for the squabbling at the table to cease. But all I hear is the way Kiahn leans into my space and rumbles in a low voice, just for me, “come to me for anything, Niska. I will see to it that you are fed exactly what you want.”