Beatrice hummed cheerfully in the castle kitchen, her hands glowing faintly as she cast a spell over the dishes. She prepared hamburgers, pizzas, and chicken, but with a mischievous twist: each item was enchanted to resemble the grotesque heads of orks and goblins. She laughed to herself, imagining the looks on her guests’ faces when they saw her "masterpiece."

Back in the dining hall, Rookie, Frosty, and Skully sat at the table, cautiously sipping tea while glancing at one another. Frosty fiddled nervously with his icy submachine gun, while Skully adjusted his red suit for the hundredth time, his skeletal fingers tapping impatiently.

“You think it’s going to be normal food this time?” Rookie asked, his cookie crumbs trembling slightly.

Skully groaned. “I doubt it. Normal doesn’t seem to be in her vocabulary.”

Frosty grunted. “She’s probably planning something weird again. You saw what she did with those Micro Astros.”

Before they could speculate further, the door to the kitchen swung open, and Beatrice emerged, carrying three large trays. Her grin was wide and mischievous, practically glowing with anticipation.

“Dinner is served!” she declared, placing the trays on the table with dramatic flair.

The trio leaned forward, only to recoil in synchronized horror. The pizzas were adorned with "faces" of screaming goblins, the burgers looked like snarling ork heads, and the chicken pieces resembled grotesque claws.

Rookie’s cookie complexion paled. “Wh-what is that?!”

Frosty’s frosted jaw dropped. “Are those... heads?”

Skully narrowed his eye sockets. “This has to be another one of her tricks. Right?”

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Beatrice said nothing, her grin widening as she folded her arms and leaned against the wall, watching their reactions like a proud artist unveiling her latest masterpiece.

“Well, go on,” she said, her tone teasing. “Eat up!”

The three hesitated, exchanging nervous glances. Finally, Frosty muttered, “We’ve come this far. Might as well.”

Skully nodded reluctantly. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.”

Rookie took the smallest possible bite of a goblin-faced slice of pizza. The instant the food touched his tongue, his eyes widened in horror. “It... tastes like a head!”

Frosty took a cautious bite of the ork burger and immediately gagged. “Oh no, it really does!”

Skully grimaced, holding a claw-shaped drumstick, and bit into it cautiously. His jaw clattered in disgust. “This is horrifying!”

Beatrice burst into laughter, doubling over as she watched their reactions. She waved her hand, and the illusion disappeared, revealing ordinary (and rather delicious-looking) pizzas, hamburgers, and chicken.

“Gotcha!” she said between fits of laughter. “It was just a little spell. The taste, the look—all fake! You should’ve seen your faces!”

The trio groaned in unison, but their frustration melted away as they noticed her genuine amusement. Rookie sighed and muttered, “One day, I’ll get used to this. Maybe.”

Frosty shook his head but chuckled nervously. “I’ve dealt with pranks before, but this is on another level.”

Skully straightened his suit and sighed. “You’re relentless. But fine, you got us.”

The three started eating the now-normal food, and as the tension eased, they found themselves reluctantly enjoying the meal.

Beatrice, finally calming down, wiped the tears from her eyes. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop messing with you for now. Dessert, anyone?”

Rookie raised a chocolatey hand. “I’m in!”

Frosty and Skully exchanged wary looks, but their curiosity won out. “Alright,” Skully said. “Show us what you’ve got this time.”

Beatrice grinned and disappeared back into the kitchen.

As the trio continued eating, Rookie leaned toward Frosty. “Do you think dessert will be another prank?”

Frosty shrugged. “Probably. But at this point, I’m kind of curious to see how far she’ll go.”

Skully tapped his bone fingers on the table. “She’s treating this like a magic show. Might as well enjoy the entertainment while it lasts.”

They resumed eating, their apprehension slowly turning into reluctant acceptance of Beatrice’s bizarre sense of humor. For better or worse, dining with her was never boring.