"Chef!" she called. However, no chef responded, since she was in her room, and not only were the kitchens way on the other side of the palace, she had decreed strictly that No One Is To Enter This Room Unless I Specifically Tell Them To. Having successully remembered both of these facts, the young princess Garnett left her rooms, walked briskly to the kitchens, and found a chef.
The chef's name was Robert E. Lee, but this is irrelevant. It is interesting, though, because he does quite uncannily resemble the famous Confederate general. He is not the Civil War Hero for which he was named, though, but merely one of the finest burger-makers the universe has ever seen.
"Chef Bob, at your service, m'lady," said the old-looking burgerman. "What can I do for you?"
"I need a burger," said Garnett.
Before she could say any more, Chef Bob had put her in a chair in a nearby underutilized dining hall, with the table set with a napkin, two spoons, a butter knife, no fewer than seven forks, a pitcher of water, and various other dining implements that are unneccessary to the process of eating a burger. "You're in luck, m'lady," said Chef Bob, who actually had a decent maitre d' impression and was making full use of this talent. "I just happen to be the finest burger-maker alive." He pulled out one of those little pads of paper that waiters write things down on. "Can I start you off with something? A drink, or an appetizer? Or perhaps m'lady would prefer to skip straight to the main course? Or to eat the meal backwards, starting with dessert?"
"I just wanted a burger," Garnett said, but remembering her resolution to make herself less of a petite little slim toothpick of a girl, added, "but all that does sound pretty good...."