*The Black Feather Tavern*

*One week later*

“Come on, Bradley, they aren’t gonna wait all day,” shouted April from the bar.

Brad came out carrying two trays of food with a surly look on his face, “Now, how am I supposed to tell the difference between these two? They are both red!”

I glanced over to see what he was carrying. “That is Tomato bisque, the other one is Ketchup.”

“The hell is the difference?” asked ...