"What do you mean there's no spa hotel here?" Lady Evelyne had stopped in the middle of the stairs and put her arms on her hips. "No color sauna? No relaxing baths? No foot massages?"

  "You have to understand," Marzzzz tried to reassure her, "we really wanted you and we thought..."

  "You've got to be kidding me!" the lady yelled, "You scumbag kidnapped me! Now I'm stuck in your city! And it's my own fault for being so stupid and believing you!"

  Marzzzz smiled. "Come in first," he said gently, "we've rebuilt especially for you! We thought you might like writing books and baking cakes best..."

  "Yes, exactly! Great idea! I'll take over the kitchen work for you now! Or what did you think?"

  "Yes, that's what we thought..."

  Lady Evelyne marched scolding after Marzzzz, who had gone ahead and now opened the door to the kitchen next to the entrance hall, grumbling to herself. "Look!" he said proudly, pointing into the room.

  It didn't look too bad! The kitchen was large and a spiral staircase had been installed in the corner, leading to the floor above. Lady Evelyne pointed to the stairs: "Which way is it?"

  "There's a small library right above it. For writing. We thought you'd have everything right next to each other."

  "Okay, that's sweet of you," murmured the lady, half mollified. Then she looked around the kitchen and opened the cupboards. Slightly stunned, she looked into empty or almost empty compartments. "What's going on here? Who was in charge of the kitchen before?"

  "Yikesy used to take care of it, but she's almost out of time, so we thought maybe you could..."

  "There's next to nothing in the way of supplies here! I can't even bake the first cake with this meagre amount of flour!"

  This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

  "You can write me a shopping list and I'll go shopping," Marzzzz tried to calm things down.

  "And what is this?" Stunned, the lady grabbed several large, full sheets of paper lying next to the stove.

  "These are the membership lists. For the meal. From RxW, RXD, RxG, RXw, rxW, RwF,... er, the whole family!"

  Lady Evelyne dropped the lists and turned to Marzzzz. "How on earth am I supposed to feed all these people? You've stuffed the city to the brim! I need a canteen kitchen for this! And lots of support!"

  "Well, uh, I must confess to you, we're even continuing to recruit, so there's a lot more to come..."

  Lady Evelyne went to the kitchen door, yanked it open and shouted into the crowded entrance hall: "I need help in the kitchen! Four people, at least!"

  Then she ran back to the table and hurriedly started writing the shopping list for Marzzzz.

  "Well, if you can find your way now, I would..." whispered Marzzzz, moving slowly out of the kitchen.

  "Stay here! I still need the minimum standards for all the stuff around it. FCU, faction investments, etc.. Write it down for me, please."

  She dashed for the door again. "And I need the set of rules!"

  "Boa ey, the new girl is exhausting!" grumbled one of the Thunder brothers outside in the hall, "She's barely here and she's already causing trouble! But supposedly she can cook!"

  "And I need a textbook! I don't have any skills apart from writing books and baking cakes!" roared it from the kitchen.

  "Who invited her?" asked another Thunder brother in the hall, stunned, "she's totally hyperactive. We should make sure we get rid of her as quickly as possible!"

  "I heard that!" roared from the kitchen.

  "Guys," Marzzzz said soothingly in the open kitchen doorway facing outwards, "she's just a bit pissed off because RxW isn't a spa hotel. It'll blow over. Women are like that..."

  A plate came flying out of the back of the kitchen at the speed of a discus and smashed into the back of Marzzzz's head.

  "Score!" the Thunder brothers in the hall roared enthusiastically and applauded wildly.

  "Hey!" Marzzzz shouted indignantly and turned around, "that's not fair, I..." He managed to duck just in time before the next plate came flying and smashed clanking against the upper door frame. The Thunder brothers cheered enthusiastically. "It's 1-1!" shouted Boboo, jumping up into the air, "a fabulous match, gentlemen! The best of the season!"

  "There's no spa hotel! No color sauna! No relaxing baths! No foot massages!" clamored Lady Evelyne from the kitchen, "instead a pile of work and even more stress than in the 656! What do you expect? That I perform quadrille dances in happiness?"

  "Well, I'm going shopping..." Marzzzz explained cautiously and tried to sneak away.

  "No way! First you take a dustpan and sweep away all the broken glass!"

  "Why me?" Marzzzz defended himself indignantly.

  "Because it's your fault that the plates are broken! You've upset me!"

  "That, guys," Marzzzz explained to the jeering audience in the hall, "that's female logic. She's throwing plates, but it's supposed to be my fault."

  "You're about to get the third plate to the head!" roared from the kitchen.

  Marzzzz hurriedly set about clearing up the broken pieces.

  "Brothers, that's perfect!" Boboo giggled, "We'll place the two next to each other. At all events, at meals, at the market - just always. Then she can constantly throw plates at his head, elbow him in the ribs and bully him to no end. And we have the time of our lives. Pure entertainment, like an old married couple. I'll offer her my seat right away."

  And to the approving cheers of the Thunder brothers, Boboo made his way to Lady Evelyne.

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  To be continued!