Ditch the outfit

Everyone stopped slurping, looked up from their bowls, and glared.

“How dare you interrupt our fine dining experience!”

“Is that who works in this kitchen? Cats?”

“I demand a refund!”

Catherine and Josephine looked at each other. “Bathroom break,” they whispered and scampered to the bathroom, locking the bolt behind them. Within seconds, someone was pounding on the door.

“Customers only, the sign says, and you are most certainly not customers!”

Josephine turned around. “Take mine off first and then I’ll help you with yours.”

So through the pounding and shouting, they took off their costumes. Looking around for a spot to hide them, they saw a shower stall full of cleaning supplies. They lifted up a mop bucket, shoved the costumes inside the stall, and then crammed the bucket back on top.

The pounding on the door stopped.

“Let me through, I've got a key.”

Christine pointed to a door at the back of the bathroom that said “emergency exit only”. The two royals dashed headlong into the door, finding themselves somehow back in the same alley with the drying dish rack. They raced past the entrance to the noodle kitchen and back into the market.