Frank nodded. "Of course. We don't have to make the trip either—I'll just ask Jouri to record a video."
Drunken Moon nodded. "Thanks!"
Alda then went up to her. "It's rare for you to visit, Your Excellency. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
Drunken Moon nodded again, not shy at all. "In that case, I shall take you up on your kind offer!"
As evening approached, Jada and Moxxi were suddenly getting competitive again, with the former making cucumber salad and the latter coleslaw.
Both were side dishes, so both were accusing each other of being copycats and insisted everyone tried both—the loser would have to do the dishes.
It was an awkward scene, as they were all friends—who were they supposed to side with?
Talk about a rock and a hard place!
"Ms. Ingram, whose dish is better?" Jada asked as she slid a spoonful of her salad and Moxxi's coleslaw.
Speechless, Alda turned to Frank.
Jada raised a brow. "Why are you looking at Mr. Frankton? Just be honest. We won't get offended!"
Alda was still speechless, since these two were being so competitive. And what if they actually felt insulted?
"Alright, that's enough!" Frank snapped, as he had the authority to lecture them as their superior. "Go out and make it a competition with others as a judge. Everyone here is stuck with everyone else, and who knows how they'd be harassed from perceived slights!"
Jada and Moxxi had that in mind too—was it not much fairer to get someone impartial?
As such, they did not hesitate to head out, carrying the entire table.
"What? Aren't you putting it as if I'd bully you?"
"We'll see!"
The women kept arguing even as they returned to the homestay, but they soon got a solid box and threw in pieces of paper containing the names of various dishes.
Frank was the one who drew from it to avoid cheating, sighing. "There's really no stopping you two!"
Despite that, he was happy to play along.
Taking out a piece of paper, he showed it to everyone: it read pulled pork.
Even a local like Jada had trouble with that, let alone Moxxi.
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