"These are…" he swallowed, eyes narrowing again. "...not fried."
"They are baked," Windstone confirmed, unbothered, as if confessing to the weather. "And seasoned with a healthier alternative to…"
"Salt," Lucas finished flatly.
"Precisely."
Mia lost her battle then, a small laugh escaping before she could catch it. Lucas turned his full wounded expression on her. "You see? He's already trying to turn you against me. First it's the nuggets, next it's…"
"Vegetables?" she guessed, still smiling.
Windstone, already halfway back to the kitchen, didn't bother denying it. "Enjoy your meal, Your Grace. Miss Malek."
Lucas waited until he was gone before leaning toward Mia, lowering his voice again. "Okay. New plan. Tomorrow, we're smuggling in fries from the outside. You in?"
She grinned, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but after yesterday, no."
"You are not fun."
"The Grand Duke would kill me if something happens. And… I have a better plan?"
