Chasing Chance
Thinking that all he could make out was the word chicken, but didn't know what came before or after that.
"May I suggest my favourite? Oh. I'll just order for you." Kristoff tried to take the menu away, but Chance held onto to it.
"What will you be having?" The waiter came back, still giving Chance a disgusted look.
"The Bouillabaisse, it's a fish soup with saffron, orange and thyme by the way, the l-"
"I can order for myself. I'm allergic to fish, so please hold off on that. The French-Onion Soup will be fine, also the Lamb Shank Navarin, and the Frangipane Tart."
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