"…who allowed this filth into my kitchen?"
Rhea blinked, then tilted her head down at the apron-clad woman blocking her path. The cook barely reached her shoulder. Not this again, she thought, exasperation settling across her face. Her lips twisted into a frown as her stomach growled loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear. Was it really this hard to get food around here?
She huffed, puffing her cheeks like a sulking child before speaking. "Look, I'm starving. I just really need to eat something, anything. Please." Her voice softened on that last word as she clasped her hands together in a dramatic prayer motion, pouting as if begging the heavens themselves.
The cook's jaw slackened. Slowly, she turned her head, scanning the room as if silently asking the other kitchen workers if they were witnessing this madness.
