It was my little cheese ball, Cheddar!
Cheddar?! My mind completely spiraled into a panic. What on earth is he doing down here?
How did he even manage to escape out of my locked bedroom, slide down to the kitchens, and create a literal flour hurricane in the middle of a high-stakes imperial investigation?
Before I could even come up with a logical theory, Jenna furiously shrieked, her voice hitting a pitch that made several guards flinch. She pointed a trembling finger at the mess and shouted, "What is a cat doing in my kitchen?! Who let this filthy street animal inside?"
While Jenna was aggresively staring at Cheddar as if it commited a crime, on the other hand Cheddar, himself didn't seem scared in the slightest. He wasn't even bothered by her loud words or the twelve heavily armed men staring him down.
