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[color=F4BC5E][b]Time[/b]:[/color] Morning 
[color=F4BC5E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Her bedroom [/color]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=imgur.com/0JLDJdN]Her dress[/url]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Lava Alckon] - Farim
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[color=silver]As the vermin before her spoke, Layla listened to him closely. She analyzed him and narrowed her gaze. Though her expression wasn’t fierce, she looked ready to go on the defensive. Zilal hissed at Thara and she quickly petted his head to soothe him. When he mentioned it not being his business why she hadn't left her room, Layla couldn’t help but snicker. Of course it wasn’t. At least he was smart enough to figure that out. Why did this fool miss them, she wondered? 

As he began to organize the boxes of food, her curiosity was piqued. The irony of reading about the [i]Taste of Alidasht[/i] and having it brought to her was a dream come true, though it wasn’t a prince doing it which was upsetting. As if she needed one, she then thought with a smirk. Once he’d finished his dainty organization of the food, she let out a sigh of relief. Though bitterness remained an aftertaste, she pushed it away. Somehow this bumbling fool had brought her favorites. Layla felt like slamming her head onto the wall.

[color=F4BC5E]”What do I think?”[/color] Layla inquired with a smirk. She stood up slowly and came over to the food. [color=F4BC5E]”I think this food should be [i]to die for[/i] if they’re advertising it as our food. It’d be a shame if it wasn’t like home.”[/color] Layla picked up a chickpea from the platter and began chewing it with contemplation. She raised her eyebrows for a moment, then began to continue eating more. Her expression twisted into disgust as she set the rest down and then began to taste the lamb chops.

[color=F4BC5E]”It has come to my attention that this kingdom should stick to learning how to cook before representing our country.”[/color] Layla replied dryly, then looked at him with amusement.[color=F4BC5E]”Well cousin, have you tried any of yours yet?”[/color] Though she hadn’t said thank you yet, her tone was less fierce and more neutral than before. From her, it was as good as a proper thank you. [/color]