37: Humble Pie

Sophie asked to help me make the food for our scandalous lunch plan, obsessed with the reaction she’d gotten from Nathan when she told him she’d helped make the cinnamon rolls from yesterday. The staff had gotten used to seeing us down in the smaller kitchen over the last few days and kept my list of staples in stock, happy to stand back and let us have free reign. We made Blake promise not to tattle on us, promising him some time off to visit his mate while we had lunch with Dmitri and Nathan.

I frowned at the list the chef had handed me that was supposed to be their lunch order. It didn’t seem fair to me that he restricted Sophie’s cereal choices, sugar rush aside, while he and his Beta were going to have a basic pub order. I stared at the bowl of ground chuck, making faces as I decided what to do with it.

Throwing together some flour, sugar and salt, I decided to make dough to fry the beef in, mixing in some water, oil and even vodka. I let Sophie k