The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank nodded. "Of course. We don't have to make the trip either—I'll just ask Jouri to record a video."

Drunken Moon nodded. "Thanks!"

Alda then went up to her. "It's rare for you to visit, Your Excellency. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

Drunken Moon nodded again, not shy at all. "In that case, I shall take you up on your kind offer!"

As evening approached, Jada and Moxxi were suddenly getting competitive again, with the former making cucumber salad and the latter coleslaw.

Both were side dishes, so both were accusing each other of being copycats and insisted everyone tried both-the loser would have to do the dishes.

It was an awkward scene, as they were all friends who were they supposed to side with?

Talk about a rock and a hard place!

dish is better?" Jada asked as she slid a spoonful of

turned

looking at Mr. Frankton? Just be honest. We won't get

since these two were being so competitive. And what if they actually felt

snapped, as he had the authority to lecture them as their superior. "Go out and make it a competition with others as a judge. Everyone here is stuck

had that in mind too-was

hesitate to head out, carrying the

a festival night, and everyone. was out to watch the fireworks. They beckoned at everyone passing by, calling out, "Don't miss it! Fresh salad

worry, it's all free! Just rate it after

who enjoyed the vibe —and

people hated taking the lead, a second soon followed, and soon, countless

surprise, Jada

be used to the local style of cooking and won't

that Moxxi was overreacting, Jada felt generous. "In that case, we