I froze. Me.Little old me. I wanted to say something witty, something modest, something clever—but my mouth had turned to toast. "Y-yes, Your Highness," I said, trying to sound calm while my internal monologue screamed:
OMG. THE KING. LIKES. MY PEANUT BUTTER AND JAM. HE IS PROBABLY GOING TO ORDER TEN CARTS TO THE PALACE AND I HAVE FIVE SANDWICHES. FIVE. AND HE'S EATING HALF OF ONE.
The mages, of course, grumbled. They looked at me like I had personally offended centuries of magical tradition by creating… sandwiches with peanut butter and jam. I mean, in this realm, peanuts were ignored and just food for pigs.
I shot Coffi a look. Thank the gods, she had packed five more sandwiches. FIVE! Enough to feed the king, a small army, and probably every confused high mage who suddenly wanted a taste of peanut butter heaven.
"Someone get a knife!" the king barked. "Cut one sandwich into four—everyone must taste this!"
I blinked. Everyone? Did he just say… everyone?
