The cafeteria kitchen of Unity Academy was currently ruled by a terrifying Walrus-Kin named Chef Gristle. He believed that food was fuel, flavor was a distraction, and texture was optional.
He was currently stirring a pot of gray sludge labeled Stew.
"More gristle!" Chef Gristle barked at his sous-chefs. "It needs to be chewy! It builds character!"
The double doors swung open.
Primrose marched in. She wasn't wearing her royal robes. She was wearing a white chef's coat and a hairnet that struggled to contain her ears. Her nine silver tails were bundled awkwardly into a massive, custom-made apron that made her look like she was smuggling a sofa.
"Step away from the sludge," Primrose commanded.
Chef Gristle turned around, holding a ladle like a club. "Who are you? This is a restricted zone! No parents allowed!"
Primrose's eyes flashed. A wave of Sovereign aura rippled through the kitchen, rattling the pots and pans.
