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-The kitchen gets new food delivered every Sunday. There are 2 cooks.

Sef stood leaning against a wall on the edge of the kitchen, eating a small loaf of bread. He'd been on duty, and had therefore missed dinner, so this was really all he'd get until breakfast. Wasn't bad bread though, and he appreciated it.

After rising from her bedroom late and not being able to find her maids, for they wouldn't answer Camellia's calls and rings, she grew hungry. She wore a tight gown and a frown. Apparently it was impossible to find food in the kitchen. She continued to wonder around and decided she would probably need to ask someone. But then she'd look helpless. So she kept wondering around the kitchen. Every cabinet was open. Was it just her or was there no food? Maybe she was looking in the wrong place. With a shrug she tried to remember the floor plan.

He watched her wander around the kitchen a bit awkwardly from his place along the wall. She seemed to be looking for food, but couldn't she just have a maid or a guard fetch it for her? Why venture down here? He opened his mouth to ask if she needed help, then shut it, continuing to eat his bread.

"Is anyone in here? Maids, where are you?" Camellia called out. "I just want something to eat."

Her small stomach began to growl and she sighed.

"It doesn't matter anyway. I'll starve," she muttered jokingly.

She then began to walk out of the room, still hungry. She'd just ask her father to get someone to get her some food.

He tugged on his ear awkwardly, unsure of whether to call out or not. She definitely did sound hungry... With a small sigh, he stepped out behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder, holding out his loaf of bread.

Quickly turning around Camellia saw who tapped her shoulder. With narrowing eyes she smiled warmly.

"Guard, umm, Sefton," Camellia said, saying his name incorrectly again. "How pleasant to see you here! Would you happen to know the location of any food? My maids must be on break and no one came to fill in. I guess I'd better not starve myself."

She'd said his name incorrectly. Again. But she had remembered it. That was something. "There's food all around. I could get one of the cooks to make something for you, if you'd like. Your highness."

With a slight laugh Camellia told Sefton he could call her Princess Camellia, not Your Highness.

"That would be great! Ask them to make the wedding soup if possible and some bread. That would be great. Could they bring it to my room?" She asked. "Sorry, I'm treated you like my maid. Excuse my actions, sir. But would you mind fetching a cook?"

He inclined his head. "Of course, Princess Camellia. I'll have them make it right away." He'd never heard of wedding soup, but perhaps the cook would. "And I'll bring it to your room myself."

"Great! I'll see you when my soup is done. Good day Guard Sefton," Camellia exclaimed as she turned on her heels and clanked out of the room with grace. She wondered when it would be ready but she didn't think rushing good soup would be as good as if it was made slowly with care.

It was lunch time and due to being winter soup was what she recently craved. Chicken noodle, wedding soup, clam chowder, all sounded appealing to Camellia.

He nodded, and went to wait for the soup. It hadn't really been how he'd planned to spend his morning, but it would do, he supposed. And, he'd make Princess Cam happy by doing that, so...

((Switch to her room?))