Heck, at least he was getting a nibble.
But the same couldn't be said for a certain princess who not only had nothing to nibble on but was also about to lose access to the entire restaurant.
Stressed beyond reason, Princess Kira lay on her back, two sad slices of cucumber slapped over her eyes. Luca had recommended it, saying he "heard" it worked for destressing.
And maybe that was true, but it seems like it only worked if you didn't eat a chunk of the cucumber slices halfway through relaxing.
But how could she not? There was food. Right there. On her face. Mocking her. And that felt even more distressing than her impending doom.
So instant gratification it was. This way, she could just save her energy for the bigger problems.
And maybe that was the issue here.
Maybe she'd jinxed herself.
Because just as she readjusted her position and almost convinced herself to relax—
BANG!
Ada burst through the door like a comet, screeching:
"Your Highness! We have an EMERGENCY!"
