Lion Head Mesa freshly brewed misery

She was not one to be told twice. The little maiden reached out with gusto, prim and proper as she was, to partake in small bites, never one to stuff her cheeks full.

Then the woman proclaimed herself as a queen, and Anaelle suddenly realized she had her cheeks poked out like a chipmunk. She coughed around the chunks of meat in her jaws, near choking, before she managed to swallow and stare in almost disbelief.

Oh-oh! Thank you, I, Merci, reine madame! The little thing was in quite the shock, before a little smile broke across her thin, lengthy face.

I shall endeavor to do my greatest!