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The foul stench that met Stefania's nostrils was unlike any animal that lived on the surface, as if her body were giving her a hint that the food she was preparing was incompatible with her.
Maybe they and Manka just don't know how to cook. Stefania is a noble lady, after all — surely servants did that for her.
Don't remind me about "noble ladies" who "can't cook," plz...
If only I knew what ladies I'm supposedly reminding you of...
Once upon a time there was an expa. And in this expa lived two young people: Aristarch and Zaia. And this expa was famous for the fact that f*cking reigned within it without the slightest risk of catching some STD. But getting poisoned by some ineptly cooked grub — that was easy. Especially since the grub itself wasn't even accounted for by the expa's mechanics... So... One evening, instead of tumbling in bed like all the "normal" characters of these your expas, this couple simply chatted while eating food kindly prepared by Zaia... In short, Aristarch did not live happily. Nor long... And all because someone really loves their little jokes... And that's the end of the tale, and those who listened — well done...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Злобный Ящур
