Saint Jésus et tous ses anges: Louis Catorze is eating normally. Nobody understands why he’s conceded, but he has, and we will happily take it.
I am so glad I didn’t follow the stupid advice of my friends – YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE – who told me to just give him the Michelin-starred hot-smoked salmon. I have been determined to stay strong throughout this whole escapade, hearing Charles de Gaulle’s voice in my ear telling me not surrender under any circumstances. I wouldn’t object to giving him (Catorze, I mean, not Charles de Gaulle) the salmon if he were on his deathbed, but certainly not whilst he’s perfectly healthy and just taking the piss.
And now my efforts have paid off, because I just put his Orijen in his bowl and he eats it. I don’t even need to bother with the hot water anymore.
The question is: how long will this last? And will there be some new, unanticipated twist to this whole saga sometime later? Lobster bisque drizzled atop the Orijen, perhaps? Or hot scallop consommé misted over the Orijen from a diamond-encrusted atomiser?
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