Plan foiled

Martha arrived at the palace and went straight to the kitchen as if she was one of the chefs.

As she alighted inside the kitchen, she was welcomed by a dozen chefs all cooking something different and minding their business.

Martha scratched her hair nervously and bit her lips, thinking of how to start a conversation when a voice brought her in.

"Um...sorry, do you need something?" One of the chefs questioned, staring closely at Martha.

"Um, hahaha, nothing, I just loved watching how you guys perform miracles, I mean, from just mixing a lot of ingredients to having the results of the best tasty foods." Martha chuckled, which appeared fake.

"Thanks but if you don't need anything, you are not allowed to be in here because you are not one of us." The chef said again.

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Martha giggled.

"By the way, what are you guys doing after this?" Martha inquired whining her teeth.

"We are to deliver the food to the dungeon."

She answered.

"Aww, you guys are doing a nice job, I would lo