[ They come from two very different worlds. Before arriving here, Zelda had never even considered that she might need to cook for herself one day. She wasn't self centered in her certainty that there would always be someone to cook for her in Hyrule Castle; it was simply a fact of life for the princess. ]
[ Yes, this definitely smells... cooked. Zelda cast a look around at the memorial. ] Perhaps this not the best place for a meal. [ But she didn't return the stick to him. She rose instead, carrying her book and gloves in the other hand. ] Outside, perhaps.
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[ Yes, this definitely smells... cooked. Zelda cast a look around at the memorial. ] Perhaps this not the best place for a meal. [ But she didn't return the stick to him. She rose instead, carrying her book and gloves in the other hand. ] Outside, perhaps.