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“That is a lot of food.” She quipped a little too enthusiastically. But the Italian could not believe her eyes as she studied the spread in front of her. If anything she was impressed by the food provided by the pirati - though she knew they had done so for their own benefit anyway. And she would reap the rewards even if it was not meant for her.
The first thing that Laela reached for was the hot dog buns, slathering on as much tomato sauce and mustard that she could on top of the pickles plus onions which she had already overloaded on. At this point, it would be quite the miracle if she could even taste the simple flavours of the hot dog. This was far from anything traditionally Italian but she was most definitely excited to try it. Even if her bun was getting soggy from all the sauces and almost all her condiments were falling off the sides before she even took her bite from her meal.
“I am not doing it right, am I?” She asked the person beside her with an amused chuckle. “Too much?”
Nathan watched the princess with a curious furrow of his brow, sincerely concerned that someone wouldn’t know how to dress a hot dog. He remembered her face from one of his first nights on the islands, a night that he attempted to hit on her and failed quite miserably, so when she turned her attention to him, he was slightly surprised to see amusement on her face. “Oh, uh-” he took a deep breath, then returned the laugh. “Here, ah, let me.”
He threw the ruined dog into the fire, head shaking at the gross factor, then moved to get her more supplies. “I don’t think there is a right or wrong way, but I’ll show you the best way, if you want?” His head tilted, smile genuine. “I’m almost a pro, except no one will pay me for my true talents.”
