Tell you what, fill my order and I won’t start telling people that you are the reason they got food poisoning the other night.” “So good to see you a-again,” Dale stammered. “Of course, I’ll get some. It would be my pleasure to help you out.” “Mmhh hmm,” grunted the cook, eying Dale critically. “See that you do soon, oh fearless Baron.” He turned and walked off in the direction of his slacking kitchen help. They needed to learn how to properly make that porridge. “Why is he so terrifying?” Dale muttered softly to Hans.
