[Lavinia's Pov]
"Ughh… Seriously, why do you keep getting heavy?" I groaned as I put Marshmallow down onto the soft grass of the imperial garden, my tiny arms trembling from the effort.
Sigh. Seriously, he looked like a fat cat now. A very round, very lazy divine beast.
I stroked his fluffy back with mild judgment. "Hey… are you sure you're divine?"
He meowed once. Then he flopped over dramatically like a furry sack of flour and started snoring. Loudly.
"…I'll take that as a no," I muttered. "Looks like someone's getting diet food starting tomorrow."
Sigh....
It's been more than a month since I baked cookies for Papa — the slightly horrifying, questionably shaped cookies of doom. I even gave those little disasters to Theon, Marella, Grandpa Gregor, Grand Duke Regis, Ravick, and Osric too.
They all said thank you… But their expressions screamed, "What kind of hellish thing is this??"
