After futilely chasing him around for long minutes, I exhaust the little strength I have in me and now I can really feel the hunger hitting me badly.
"You already know I don't cook and I wasn't particularly expecting a guest in this forest so I don't have food. I think there's stuff to make food though. And I do have snacks."
"Snacks?"
"Yes, Kiva snacks."
"What kind of snacks?"
"Well, I think I have chips somewhere in here."
"Chips. Like dry, crunchy, backed chips?"
"Yes. But I think these are fried not baked."
"Do King's eat chips?" I ask. "I thought King's only ate steak or lamb and, I don't know, fancy food on fancy royal tables."
"Well I'm sure you've looked around but this isn't exactly the royal palace, is it?" He lifts a brow. He sometimes asks questions and says stuffs that just makes me feel dumb. "And a king who wishes to be alone in a small cottage and doesn't know how to cook would learn to enjoy the simpleness of chips."
