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Richard didn’t really know much about Ariadne’s life prior to her coming into his life, so when she mentioned being a waitress, he pursed his lips, not liking the image at all. He didn’t want her to be a waitress or anything for that matter. She was too serve only him, and no one else. Fierce eyes looked at her before taking a sip of his glass. “I’m happy you are not working there. I would have never found you if that was the case.” he said, watching her as she ate, gauging the quality of the food solely on her reactions, but it was good to hear an opinion as well. “So, how do you like it? Do I need to fire anybody?” he asked, turning towards the kitchen, watching the manager with narrow eyes before turning his attention back to his date.

"Both of those options, sound lovely. Are you jealous if I play with the slaves while you paint?" he smirked. Richard could do anything he wanted, and if nobody voiced their feelings towards his actions, then he figured they didn’t care. Though he really did enjoy the idea of the woman painting herself instead of having models in her room, alone with her. He didn’t trust anybody, especially some scum slaves with no manners. "Whatever you want to do, princess. Just spend your allowance wisely…"

“Me too, and I’m grateful you found me,” she said with a smile. Richard had two sides, and while his more darker side still made her nervous, Ariadne felt protected under his ownership, and often feel grateful for all his gestures, to her new bedroom and the credit card, he seemed to like and spoiled her, her and Kyle . A waiter brought her a beautiful arranged plate of Sole Meunière, a small white ramekin was a Cheese Soufflé, and a refill of her white wine. Thank him , she put the cloth napkin on her lap, cutting a small piece of the fish, she take a bite, the smile widening at the savory butter and lemon. Taking more bites before tasting the cheese soufflé, all food heavenly and delicious. “ I love it, I never had French cuisine before. And I can see I made huge mistake for not trying it.”

Half plate latter, she lowered her fork, considering his question, a little unsure if he approves her ugly jealousy, but she knew Richard was a man who appreciates sincerity, “I would be jealous… Me and Kyle are yours,” she bite back the word ‘slave’, still hard to admit, “Do you want others still?…Are we no satisfying to you?” the human asked more sedately, before nodding at his assessment of spending the money he gave her wisely. Returning her attention to the food, she ate in silence.

Ariadne felt a shift on the atmosphere, she quite couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt it nonetheless. Ignoring to favor breakfast, she pulled out milk, eggs, butter, and blueberries from the fridge, then hunted around the kitchen cabinets until she had baking powder, sugar, and salt. She sifted the dry ingredients together into the bowl of the industrial-sized KitchenAid mixer on the counter, taking out the tools she needed as she needed them. Heating the grill, she put a dollop of butter, and once she had mixed the blueberries into the batter and was pouring it out onto the griddle, making different size pancakes, because they were more fun that way. Humming along the classical music, she didn’t even notice when the door creaked open.