OOC Prompt: Collective Noun: Convention of tongues
Kitchen duty was both wonderful and terrible all at once. The work sometimes involved sitting to scrub things for hours on end, which was not entirely unpleasant as chores went. On the other hand he was not trusted to touch the food, and if he had skipped a meal as punishment for one offence or another, merely being there became a form of torture. He was no one’s favourite, and no morsel of food passed his way that was not begrudged him. In the kitchen he fed himself on words, listening to the cooks and other servants chatter. Here he learned the ways of the world, the business of the kingdom, and who his father truly was.