—Ew. Who the hell made this soup?

—Me… —Lucca answered while bringing Kate her food—. The doctor said no salt or seasoning for a week, miss. Why do you think I asked for your help?

—I understand. Bastien, eat.

—But it tastes like hell.

—Eat, or I’ll shove it down your throat with a funnel.

Lucca’s eyes widened, then he laughed.

—The lady should oversee punishments. She’s got talent.

—Shut up! —Bastien snapped. Kate jumped slightly, and Lucca looked at him with amusement.

—What? I’m right.

—Can’t you be a little more respectful to Lucca? The poor guy is incredibly patient with you.

—Listen to the lady, sir.

—Lucca, don’t take advantage of the situation —Bastien grumbled.

Lucca raised his hands in mock surrender and set down Kate’s tray: steak, rice, and vegetables. Bastien stared at the plate and muttered under his breath.

—I want that.

—You can’t, Bastien. Open your mouth and eat your soup.

Reluctantly, Bastien finished the soup and the gelatin Kate had given him, while Lucca chuckled