Chef Carolyn can’t stop staring at Lana. “She’s really a mermaid?” she asks, eyes wide. “She was, but she gave it up,” I explain. “I wish she could talk! I have so many questions!” The prince clears his throat. “Back to the menu,” he says. “Chef Carolyn, I’d like you to prepare sole, tilapia, and yellowfin tuna. Fish, in honor of my little mermaid!” Lana’s eyes widen to the size of her teacup. “What’s wrong, my pet?” Prince Mortimer asks, patting her knee. “You don’t like tuna?” She shakes her head frantically. “What about sole?” More head shaking. “Then what would you like to serve?” he asks. She shakes her head no, and then makes a weird squiggly motion with her hands. “She doesn’t want fish.
