Albino roasted turkey—like, where would they even get that? The ridiculous demands were getting out of hand, and Draven wouldn't be shocked if Daniel, at this point, asked for a cooked dragon. Alexander, who was already heaving like someone who had climbed a mountain, looked about ready to lose his mind because of Daniel's madness.
"An albino turkey? That's no issue. On our vacation, it shall be delivered to you easily, so why don't we embark on this journey together?" Xylander tried to lure Daniel, which, by the way, failed miserably.
"Just because I'm pregnant, Xyle, doesn't mean I've turned dumb. Bring my roasted albino turkey, or I won't follow you anywhere," Daniel stated matter-of-factly, arms on his waist as he glared at the three.
"Okay, okay! You got me there, but how do you expect us to get an albino turkey? Like, c'mon." Xylander smiled, still trying to tease his groom.
But Daniel didn't find it funny. He hissed and walked out, his mood growing fouler by the minute.
