"So...." The man placed a hand on his chest. "My name is Chef Mastrano, at your service." He gave Lacey a slight bow and smiled. "What can I get for you?"
Lacey shrugged. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. What do you have?"
"You're the princess, right?"
She nodded.
Chef Mastrano sighed. "Well, most of the shifters like steak. How's that with a baked potato?"
Lacey’s mouth practically started watering at the thought. "Sounds great. Could you cook it medium, please?"
"You got it!" His face lit up as if she had just asked him for Christmas. "Why don't you go into the dining room to wait and I'll bring it to you in just a bit."
Lacey sighed. "Is there another room that's a bit more private where I may dine?"
Chef Mastrano smiled. "There's a smaller dining room out the door to the ri
