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!

Ingram, whose dish is better?" Jada asked as she slid a spoonful of her salad

Alda turned to

"Why are you looking at Mr. Frankton? Just be honest.

being so competitive. And what if they actually felt

them as their superior. "Go out and make it a competition with others as a judge. Everyone here is stuck

too-was it not much fairer to

not hesitate to head out,

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

free! Just rate it after you've had a

some were reluctant to get involved, there were those who enjoyed the vibe

if people hated taking the lead, a second soon followed,

no surprise,

the local style of

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