- >For one thing, you weren't gonna become Greyjoy 2.0.
- >Abusing your powers, while it'd have some funny results, was kind of bad.
- >You decided you'd just roam the castle, and deal with anything that you bumped into.
- >You went back inside to explore around the places Celestia had shown you.
- >And maybe a couple others.
- >You'd been strolling along until bumping into someone.
- >You weren't really paying attention to where you were walking anyways.
- >You rub your chest to numb the pain of hitting someone.
- >"Hey...I remember you..."
- >You decided to look down at who you hit.
- >The head chef.
- >"That little scuffle we had put me in the hospital for a couple days. They were worried I'd suffered a concussion."
- >He leers at you.
- >"Thanks for worrying my family, bub."
- >You put your fists up, ready for another round.
- "You wanna go again? Bring it."
- >He stares at you.
- >"I ain't stupid. For your information, your little stunt has convinced me that cookin's too dangerous."
- "Wait, dangerous?"
- >"Yep. Every day I'm in that kitchen, I'm gettin' bumped n' cut by something. As much as I like all them other chefs, I think I'm throwin' in the apron."
- >He moves past you.
- >"I was just on my way ta tell Celestia. I hope she ain't too let down."
- >He was quitting?
- >But who would replace him?
- >You decide to follow him, and try to convince him to stay, if just for Celestia.
- "Hey, wait up."
- >You walk next to him, then match your pace with his.
- >"Whaddaya want?"
- "If you leave, who's going to take over?"
- >"The sous chef, obviously."
- "But won't they miss you? I mean, you look a bit young to be quitting something I'm sure you worked hard for."
- >"Sorry bub, but my own safety's more important. After all, I can't really cook with 'em if I'm too hurt, right?"
- "Well how is it that you keep getting hurt in the kitchen? Seems odd that you're in pain every day, right?"
- >"As much as I like them co-chefs, they can be a bit incompetent. They have stuff lying out all around the kitchen even after cleanup. I can't tell ya how many times I've slipped on a frying pan or cut myself on a stray knife."
- >That kitchen was in a bit of a bad state, it seemed.
- >Shame on them, they're cooking for Celestia!
- >They should be more organized.
- >"Your challenge yesterday was just the final straw, bub. I ain't even mad at ya. In fact, I'm kinda glad ya did that. Made me realize that I needed ta quit."
- >He puts a hoof on your shoulder.
- >"So, thanks for that."
- "Well, won't the sous chef have the same problem as you, now? You're putting him in the same position as you are."
- >Ah, the old guilt trip.
- >He stops and thinks.
- >"Ah...you're makin' me think, bub. Almost reconsidered there."
- >You had him, dammit.
- >He continued walking.
- "How about Celestia? I'm sure she'll miss you."
- >He stops again.
- >"You're killin' me, bub. Why do ya want me to stay?"
- >He raises an eyebrow at you.
- "Because...because I'm sure Celestia liked you! I mean, you made her some great food together with that team, didn't you?"
- >He looks down and puts a hoof on his chin.
- >"Yeah...she loved all the meals we collaborated on..."
- >He looks at you again.
- >"But really, bub, I don't think she'll need me that bad. As much as I hate leaving the service of tha Princess, I feel like I gotta do it."
- >He sniffs.
- >"Shame, too. My daughter loved gettin' ta meet her."
- >He keeps walking.
- >At this point, you know where he's headed.
- >The throne room.
- >If you could stop him before he got there, you might be able to convince him to stay.
- >You thought to yourself.
- >He was constantly hurt in the kitchen, and the cooking team needed some cleaning tips.
- >Or some organization ones, too.
- >Should you volunteer to be some kind of kitchen-medic?
- >No, that'd be ridiculous.
- >Plus, you were no medical expert.
- >The two of you made it to the throne room.
- >Thinkthinkthinkthink...
- >Greyjoy rubbed off on you, didn't he?
- >Wait, Greyjoy!
- >Hypnosis!
- >You could hypnotize this guy to stay, right?
- >On the other hand, an idea popped up in your head at this moment that you think would convince him to stay.
- >You could volunteer to be some kind of health-inspector/side-chef...thing.
- >Of course, doing that would require going through Sunbutt, too.
- >But you were in her good graces.
- >She'd probably be okay with that, right?

