And so, that night, you waited on your bed, lounging around, until Anya brought up a meal. Well, actually, the trolley she wheeled up was laden with dishes of all varieties and sorts, from a full roasted turkey to platters of broccoli and asparagus, beautiful shades of green with large plumes of steam rising from their roasted forms, while trays filled with potatoes and pasta rested beside them. On the bottom trey there were cakes and breads of all sorts.
It was enough to make your mouth water.
Anya handed you a plate and utensils, placing a small board for your plate as she took up a seat and small table beside you. “So here ya go: dinner in bed with me, just like you requested. Would ya like me t’ serve ya, too? Give you a pipe and some slippers while I’m at it?”
“No, please, just enjoy the food,” you replied with a smile, taking some food for yourself on your plate. You taste some broccoli, only for your eyes to widen in awe. The flavors pour over your throat as you chew, surging your body with delight, filling every fiber of your being with desire and happiness as you take another bite, and another, and then another, only to see that Anya is doing the same, albeit in an attempt to look restrained and proper. “Who made this?”
“Your chef, Mimi,” Anya replied, harpooning chicken.
“I have a chef?”
“She’s awfully good at cooking, but the problem is she has a really sick sense of humor,” Anya commented, irritably, “She keeps saying I wanted to have sex with the Master! Isn’t that repulsive!?”
“Disgusting,” you agreed, withdrawing some white wine to give to the maid.
“White wine with chicken,” Anya observed, smirking, “So you aren’t a completely uncultured idiot, huh?”
“I try,” you laughed, pouring yourself a glass.
“Well, you still look like an idiot,” Anya mumbled, delicately sipping her wine as she ate more of the food, a little less restrain now, “Still, it could be worse. We could’ve had someone like Suzu inherit the estate, and then I’d have to work nonstop.”
“Work nonstop? Well, I won’t work you all too hard,” you replied, finishing your second bowl, your stomach now slightly distended.
It took over an hour to eat all the food, but, in the end, there wasn’t a scrap left. The two of you were full to the brim, struggling to sit up as you moaned in pain. Anya eventually managed to rise to her feet, rubbing her palm against her forehead. “I never ate that much before—hiccup!—and I won’t ever agai—agai—hiccup!—excuse me.”
“It’s okay,” you laugh, holding your own distended belly in your hands, “We’ll do it again tomorrow.”
“No, I don’t think I could—hiccup!”
“No, please, this was fun, ya know?” you replied, smiling.
Anya regards you for a moment, lips tightened, before slowly smirking. “You idiot, you thought this was fun? Tomorrow will be loads better!”
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