Jester Sonic

One sunny day in Camelot, where people live their lives and knights protect the kingdom, Sonic had just finished one of his shows. As always, he was tired, but he never complained… or at least not entirely, according to him. He headed to the kitchen, where a kind servant offered him some freshly baked bread. As he ate with satisfaction, his eyes fell upon Sir Lancelot, who was standing guard at the castle entrance. With a mischievous grin, Sonic approached the knight, though his heart was beating as fast as his own speed.
"Look what we have here!" he exclaimed mockingly, throwing his arms out dramatically. "Sir Lancelot, it's an honor to see you..." He bowed dramatically, then rose gracefully. "Although... a gentleman like yourself must be hungry, eh?" His voice softened, a hint of doubt creeping in. He cut his bread in half and, without another word, extended a hand toward Lancelot, offering him the piece with a look that demanded more than his words could express.