
“You want me to eat what?” Exclaimed Queen Pirouette.
“Yes, ma’am,” said the chief cook. The Queen had called him to task when she saw the bowl of green kelp before her. “Your doctors assure me that it is full of nutrients that are beneficial to your health.” The poor man, who had never even met the Queen before, rubbed his hands together nervously. “They say that because it comes from the sea, it is full of minerals and such.” Of course, the chief cook had no idea of what he was talking about. He was merely parroting the words of Her Majesty’s chief surgeon.
Uncertain of where to take the conversation, the cook decided to talk to the Queen as if she were one of his daughters. “Now you be a good girl and eat all your greens,” he said cheerily.
Pirouette picked up the bowl and threw it at the cook’s head. He managed to duck in time to avoid being hit and the bowl shattered into messy pieces against the wall behind him.
“How dare you!” She shouted. “Get out! Get out all of you!” Lady Abigail hung back, but Pirouette was in no mood. “You too, Abby! Out! Everybody out!” She pointed her finger at the door to emphasize her displeasure.