ash used to drop into his food.
he would stare at it floating around in that sad excuse of what was supposed to be a stew. his father tried to replicate it to his wife's cooking to the best of his abilities. the cinders always turned it a bit gray, and even then, he would gulp it down without hesitation.
you'd think with his wife being the royal chef, he'd learn a few tricks. maybe they did not live life long enough to venture such things.
his father really did not know how to cook.
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