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Jena glanced in her pack and frowned. “Hmm….the palace stock is getting a bit low, your majesty. It would seem the cupboard is lacking the necessary food items fit for royalty. Surely we must have a thief in our midst.” Jean jokingly glanced around suspiciously. “It would appear, however, that I do have a little bit of cheese left.” She did withdraw some cheese from her pack and smiling she fed it to Galein. It was a cheese that he probably had never tasted: so delicious and unique was it. “I hope you like it, Galein. It’s from….my home.” She held a sad, reminiscent smile briefly, and it only lingered on her face for a brief second before leaving her grinning once again.
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