The dining hall

Christopher was not present when the all arrived. As it pained him so to miss out in meeting all of the heirs and talking to them for a long time, getting to know them, he was busy in the kitchen preparing the feast for their arrival. He would continue to bark orders at his kitchen hands, telling them what to and not to do with the food he was preparing. And it was exquisite. If he began to list all of the things he had prepared for them he would be there all day. Chris wasn't one to be vague about his proffesion. He would tell you the exact temperature the food should be at when he served it to his customers, and even what they should taste. The Alliance House didn't want to hire some mediocre slack job: they went for the best they could find. And the best was a kid no older than most of the heirs themselves.

He was nearly done with the roasted boar that he had prepared, seasoning it to his perfection, when he heard the half an hour signal he installed when he got there. He started yelling at people to put lids on anything that needed to preserve heat and that he would be checking each dish to make sure that they were at the exact temperature he wanted them. He couldn't wait to serve the food to the heirs, but the guardian should have mentioned something to them that might be good for their health: Never, ever piss off Christopher the chef. Unless you don't want to eat.

Amamritzia dragged her feet into the dining hall,already exhausted from all that smiling. Who knew pretending to be nice could be so hard! Her poor smile muscles were so out of use that one could almost consider her recent friendliness exercise. Warily she eyed the sign pinned up to the door. "The table of friendship," well didn't that just sound delightful. She read it over once,then once more for good luck. It seemed to be some sort of seating arrangement. She let out a breath of fresh air. At least there was some level of organization in this lunacy. Bless that Mrs.Reil.

Much to Amaritzia's relief,she would be sitting beside her fellow northern kingdoms. The allies. Her relief was short lived though,as she realized that directly seated in front of her were the southern kingdoms.The enemy...or ex enemy as this whole "experience" expected her to believe. Perhaps the kingdoms were all buddy buddy now,she could not let her guard down so soon.

She took her seat in between Bodor and Serinia,quietly anticipating everyone arrival. A platter of Edurian Sea food was already waiting for her. The chef sure did his job properly she had to give him that. Although rather hungry she did not start eating right away. Her mind was far off,imagining how the rest of her stay at the house of alliance would go.

Although most expressions seemed to evade her, Amaritzia had to arch an eyebrow at the Idalian princes words. So he was a sweet talker...not that she was surprised.It was said even Idalian babies had musical cries,something she had only half believed until now.

"Injustice or not...isn't all poetry misleading,every day matters hardly need to be described so dramatically." Her eyes flickered with slight curiosity to the bird perched on his shoulder. . So this is the game you want to play Idalia...well its amusing so I will play too. Amaritzia picked at the food on her plate,shooting a sideways glance at the Prince of Bodor's meal,and then immediately back to her own. She felt like she could get a cavity by just staring at his food for too long.

Steven glanced over at the maid, who asked if the food wasn't to his liking, and gave a small smile. "No the food is fine, I just do not eat much. I apologize if I have offended the chef in any way," he said with a slight nod of his head. Can't I just go home? I had dinner with the heirs, isn't that enough? he thought to himself with a sigh. Well I don't see the point of sitting here any longer if I am not going to eat anymore, he thought as he stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I will be taking my leave from dinner," he said, giving a small bow and walked towards the door quietly.

Wolfgang smiled at Princess Amaritzia's response and simply said, "perhaps, but your beauty can hardly be consider as an everyday matter." He then gestured to the hummingbird on his shoulder, "Her name is Dalia, an Amazillia Hummingbird and my lovely companion." Wolfgang tapped the table in front of Princess Amaritzia's plate and Dalia fluttered down to sit there, peering at the Princess, "do pardon her if she tries to peck you, your beauty is a flower she's never seen before."

To Silias's inquire about the dorm room Wolfgang answered, "It was certainly a surprised to find that we were not to have our own rooms. I find the wardrobe much too small for my tastes but it is all for the sake of friendship so I shall endure." He then glanced down at Silias's sweet-filled plate, "I see that the Prince of Bodor has quite the sweet tooth, then dear Silias, you simply must try our Idalian honey and honey mead, or what I like to call them: the Gods' Nectar. They are out of this world. It is such a pity that the previous wars have prevented their exportation. Perhaps we could convince our talented chef to procure some for us."

Wolfgang had recognized the chef from his introduction earlier and as he dug into his meal he could finally understand why his father had gone to such great length to try to recruit the chef. Wolfgang caught one of the maid and drew her aside, "my compliments to the chef and do tell him that the Prince of Idalia humbly asks him to reconsider our royal father's offers once his service here is done. His addition to the Idalian Royal kitchen would be much appreciated." Wolfgang tucked a small lily into the girl's hair as thanks and sent her on her way back to the kitchens.

Wolfgang glanced to his right as the Prince of Gent excused himself from the table, he had been quiet throughout the entire dinner, making no attempts at conversation. He considered going after the Prince. It would be very beneficial if he was to approach the Prince first as their lands share a large border but his conversation with the two Northern powers are just as if not more important. He will have to try to remedy the situation later.

((OCC: sorry, just noticed that there was a real seating plan on the Dinning Hall page, my bad))

Christopher
When the news came back from all of the maids he had sent out, he had finished the cleaning of the dishes and moved onto the rest of the room. He was quite giddy about their responses, so he stopped what he was doing and heard them all out, one by one.

"The Serenian Princess reports that the food was suberb and that you did an excellent job with the cuisine." He smiled, extremely happy. He knew that he was quite self concious when it came to his cooking, but the thought that people liked his cooking always made him happy. "the Prince of Gent apologizes if he offended you, claiming he doesn't eat much." Chris' eyes frowned. If he had done more research, he would have known that. He cursed under his breath at his carelessness at the lack of research and commitment he had, but asked the next maid to continue. However, the maid blushed slightly, and he looked up. He instantly noticed the lily in his hair and smiled widely.

"And what does the fair prince Wolfgang have to say, miss?" he teased. She then stuttered out, obviously smitten with the affection that she had recieved by the prince. "He asks that after this ordeal is done, that you reconsider their offer to you, and that your services to their kitchen would be much appreciated." Chris remembered when he had been offered the job. He had to take many days to figure out if he really wanted to give up his shop and work for the king. However, it seemed fate intervened and he didn't have to decide, instead being thrown into this glorious little house. "Thank you ladies, you may resume your normal duties." He said, dismissing them.

The Bodorian prince had to wipe a small amount of drool from his lips. "Honey you say?" He said, feigning disinterest. "I simply must try it, I find that we will all be sharing in our customs, so if you bring honey I must introduce you to tomb cake, it's an amazing dish made of twenty different kinds of chocolate, said to be so good the dead would rise to eat it if you set it on a tomb." Silias added smirking. Seeing the Idalian prince draw aside a maid he too decided that thanking the chef would be a good idea. He beckoned a mousy looking maid forward.

"My compliments to the chef" he said smiling lightly. "Also, add that the Bodorian court would triple the pay offer of Idalia for his services." The last part he lightly whispered into her ear, his breath playing upon her cheek like a sweet fog. He could feel heat resonate from her blushing cheeks. He then turned to the others at the table, "I have met Prince wolf here, but I have yet to meet any of the rest of you. Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Requiem Nighte, but I find that name so..." he searched for the right word. "Drab. Instead I go by Silias, which is what you may call me." He paused and then added, "Unless any of the princesses comes up with a cute pet name for me of course." He added smiling. God all the smiling made his lips hurt! However his father would beat him with a rusty potato if he didn't act charming and social. And yes potatoes do rust if you let them sit awhile... actually, I lied, they don't.

Serenity placed the, newly, folded square napkin back on the table, when the Bodorian prince, Requiem Nighte, finally spoke up and introduced himself to the rest of the royal company, "I have met Prince Wolf here, but I have yet to meet any of the rest of you. Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Requiem Nighte, but I find that name so...Drab. Instead I go by Silias, which is what you may call me". Serenity smiled, nodding her head gently, acknowledging Silas with much respect. She then couldn't help but giggle, amused, when Silas added that any of princesses could give him a special name, if they wanted to. He seemed like a comical figure, dark with innuendos at times, but still delightfully funny. Then the princess of Meledonia rose from her chair, quietly, and introduced herself, seriousness etched on her face.

"Since we seem to be giving introductions, I am the princess of Meledonia. My name is Kyu, and that's how I am addressed. I will answer to no other name, for my name was given to me by my country and I respect that.", she quickly stated, wanting absolute respect to her name while sitting back down in her seat. Serenity nodded her head to Kyu, politely, remembering to keep her name as is. Serenity then spoke up, "I am Serenity Astrella Cosmos and I reside in the ethereal kingdom of Serenia where I was birthed. All of you can nickname me Serena. Everybody back at my home calls me that", she finished seeming, surprisingly, cheerful, leaving someone else to introduce themselves.

Your beauty is a flower she's never seen before well that was a new one. Amiritzia chewed on the inside of her cheek,resisting the urge to say something rude...or dumb...or both. "There you go with your metaphors again,how many times have you used that one" she muttered to herself. Giving Dalia a look that said 'don't you dare peck at me!'

There she was stuck, between Bodor and Idalia...and honestly she wasn't sure which one was worse. She had no words to describe the flirtatiousness that was Idalia...and she could give Bodor quote a few names that weren't exactly nice. Her relief when Princess Serenity walked over was indescribable. "Hello Serena...if you don't mind me calling you that.I'm Amiritzia of Edur." She spoke uncharacteristically warmly,a tribute to the one who had saved her from...those two.

Christopher
Christopher noticed the dinner was starting to wind down, and was quite satisfied by the entire ordeal. He already had one request from a princess that they talk after, and another offer from Idalia. What was surprising was the Prince of Bodoria's offer. Triple the cash offer of the Idalians? Tempting... He wasn't sure of what the motives behind the Prince were, but Christopher wanted to explore the offer a bit. Sure, many royals gave him offers to be their chefs, but never a Bodorian. Their lifestyle was slightly different than his own, their foods a little different than his normal style. But he was up to the challenge.

Christopher finished the dishes that came in, and walked towards the doorway to peer in on them. They all looked like they were enjoying themselves, but he knew that it would take a while before their true colors to show. The true question, obviously, was: How would he help them make the transition? By doing what he did best; cooking awesome food and talking to them.