Sasha was about to add more to the conversation when Vivienne's gaze landed on the cake in her hand.

She hadn't tried this flavor before, and though she was sure it wouldn't beat a slice of good old apple pie, being picky at a moment like this seemed downright immature. Sasha quickly hid it behind her back.

She'd already had her share, why was she still eyeing hers?

Seeing Arthur wouldn't be out of the kitchen anytime soon, Sasha shot Percival a look, silently assigning him a critical mission.

To keep watch.

As the two of them were enjoying their sneaky treat, Arthur emerged from the kitchen, a tray in hand, his voice booming excitedly from afar, "Honey, darling, breakfast is served! Today we've got beef stew with homemade biscuits..."

Sasha nearly choked.

Vivienne decisively swallowed her last bite.

Percival calmly stepped forward to greet Arthur, cleverly blocking his view.

"Who let you in?"

Arthur frowned, clearly displeased, "And keep it down. My daughter isn't married to you yet; don't get too cozy."

Arthur took a step towards Sasha and Vivienne's direction.

Percival tried to intervene again, but Sasha had already come forward, crumbs still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

Arthur noticed immediately and leaned in, curious, "Honey, what did you eat?"

Caught off guard, Sasha pursed her lips, trying to sound casual, "...I was just really hungry, had a biscuit."

Arthur was filled with guilt, blaming his slow pace for leaving his wife famished.

"Honey, breakfast is ready, let's go eat."

Then, the cake box Sasha had been hiding fell from behind the chair, rolling to Arthur's feet.

wasn't

looking at Sasha with a mix of

Arthur, "Hubby, let me explain. You have to believe in yourself;

moment, Percival took the blame, "It's not the master's fault. I accidentally made too much and wanted

her. You,

make aren't exactly to the master's and Vivienne's

sincerely stated,

darkened, "Are you saying

smiled, not contradicting

let it slide.

let's have a

aware of her

alone to give, "Let's not, dear. Percival is my apprentice; if word gets out, people

the practice, she couldn't bear to tell him

sure you want

off, "Enough

win, I expect you to agree to proceed

If you lose, let's push the wedding to

didn't want to wait till

front of the kitchen,

"What's

Vivienne, who was confidently, and a smile across his

Arthur snorted.

had learned this specific skill from the Dorian

was sure

men entered the kitchen, leaving Sasha and Vivienne

forehead, already

instead of worrying here, we might as well think of

a look, "No more bringing

curled up, "It was your husband who started it. Why shouldn't I defend

later, both contestants presented their covered bowls

was a mystery what

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