The morning started out just about like every other morning on the Z1, young Donnie had been up before dawn trying to create a new dish. He was doing good too, he was excelling in his cooking courses. He had plenty of victims, and Zach was his favorite.
A small knock came at the door. "Come on in Donnie, who else would be here but you at this time of the morning?" Zach replied.
Donnie came partially waddling in, he still hadn't mastered the pregnancy walk. Yet his basket was already prepared for Mr. Z and it was filled with some of his best dishes this morning.
Zach looked at the young man trying to tote the basket in front of his big belly. He was doing okay but was still struggling a little—he needed to lighten the load quite a bit and stop bringing so much food.
