7 hours later
In Gabrielle's room Josephine stood happily pacing back and forth, while Gabrielle sat on her bed watching her.
"Did you see Hattie's face when you told His Majesty that you were the one who made the dish," Josephine chortled, stopping in her tracks, "I can't believe she actually took credit for that dish. She knows His Majesty hates bell peppers and everyone in the castle knows she would never step one foot in the kitchen unless she were forced to. Yet she honestly wanted us to believe she cooked a dish that actually tasted good. I can't believe it."
"Did you see how Ansel finished 7 bowls of my soup," Gabrielle swooned, laying back in her bed, "I can't believe he ate so much. I can't believe he liked my cooking so much that he ate until he couldn't anymore."
"You have to be quite the cook to get His Majesty to eat bell peppers. He hates them so much that he banned anyone from making him a dish with them in it," Josephine praised, walking over to Gabrielle.
