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Zuka’s POV: I went into the kitchen and found Arianna with a gallon of gelato in her hands, the spoon that she was holding indicating that she was eating straight from the gallon. The chef was casually walking around like she wasn't just eating away at his beautiful masterpiece, occasionally smiling at Arianna as she got some gelato on her nose or her chin. Every time she wiped it on the napkins beside her. I approved the chef and he just smiled at me like he did at Arianna. "And what do I owe this visit, Zuka?" he asked, having to look slightly up at me. I couldn't be so demanding with this old man. He was like a father to all the staff and everyone else living in this castle. He gave the best advice and made the best comfort food. "Arianna seems to enjoy her batch of gelato t