Remember how I said there would likely never be a sequel for this? That's still very true, but I did manage to come up with a bonus chapter. It's short. But whatever. Here.

BONUS: In Which JELL-O Instant Pudding Does Not Exist or In Which Vaati Gets Angry... Again

In the middle of the night in Hyrule Castle, there was nary a soul awake… Except for the night guards, an insomniac stablehand, several cats, plenty of rats, all of the owls, and a lone amoeba that gained sentience just before meeting an untimely death due to its extremely short lifespan. But aside from those exceptions, all of Hyrule Castle was asleep.

But an addition was quickly added in the form of the Princess of Hyrule, whose eyes shot open and she suddenly sat up. Her hands were upon a belly swollen with the late stages of pregnancy, but her gaze was not upon it. No, she was staring out into the distance with an almost feral look in her cerulean eyes. She looked to her left, where her husband slept soundly and undisturbed by her sudden waking. Well, until she shook put a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently.

He did not stir. She then shook him harder and snapped, "Vaati, wake up!"

Vaati, Sorcerer of Winds, Lord of the Palace of Winds, fiend in Hyrule's history, glared over his shoulder at his wife and snarled sleepily, "What?"

"I want pudding." Said the pregnant princess bluntly.

One of the mage's red eyes twitched in agitation. In a voice that said he was incredibly upset but somehow managing to bottle up all of his rage on the inside to only further cripple an already possibly deranged mind, he said, "Get a servant to get you some."

"No. I want you to go make it." She said in that same blunt tone.

The purple haired mage's irritation was now plainly evident on a slightly more awake but still groggy face. "I do not make pudding." He said levelly.

Zelda frowned, "If you don't, there won't be any sex after this baby is born." She said matter-of-factly, though her tone suggested she was handing off just the smallest bit of bad news rather than threatening anyone.

Vaati simply stared at his wife, rage dimming in favor of alarm (though there was quite a fair amount of raw anger still in there) as he scanned the woman's face. He could not read it. He hated it. Years ago she had been so easy to read, the slightest little unconscious movements of her facial muscles giving away everything he needed to know to tell how serious she was about something.

Then they had sex and she got pregnant. And ever since then he couldn't tell what on earth was on the horrid woman's mind. As such, this hefty threat she held over his head could have possibly been quite serious.

"You're bluffing." He snapped.

"No, I'm not. I want pudding. I want you to make it – and I don't want you to get anyone else to make it either. If you don't, you can be sure my legs shall not open for you any time soon." She said simply, crossing her arms as if to solidify this claim.

Expression livid, he continued to scan her visage to see if her threat held any ground. With a rather vicious growl he slid out of the bed angrily upon realizing that she may have very well meant it. As he hastily threw his cloak on and grabbed a pair of boots, Zelda smiled and said, "Thank you."

But it may as well have gone in one ear and out the other, because Vaati was still furious about being woken up at Goddesses knew what hour of the night to make pudding. He stomped out of their quarters with a slam of the door behind him, gruffly maneuvering his way through the various halls of Hyrule Castle before heading down the stairs to the basement kitchen.

Except for rats, there was not a soul in the kitchen. It could have been a good or bad thing: good because, despite her saying that she would have only him make it, he would love to get someone else to do it. Bad because Hyrule Castle may have gained several new statues in the pure frustration he was feeling at that very moment. He paused for a moment, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself down a little bit. A mage having a temper tantrum in a kitchen, especially a demonic powerhouse of a mage, was not a good thing. With the exception of his wife, the whole of the castle either hated him or was highly suspicious of him, and he certainly did not need to give them another reason to avoid him; not that he cared much what they thought. It was just much more fun, after all, to see their discomfort with their princess's unconventional husband.

Whatever the case, he was alone in the kitchen, so there would be no new statues or someone to make pudding in his place. With a growl he lit and candle and then half glided to the cookbooks, gazing at titles in the hopes of finding something that may have a pudding recipe. It was easy enough to find a suitable recipe, though he wasn't any happier about seeing the hour to two hour cook time; but with a flick of his wrist he summoned all the necessary ingredients to start on the ridiculous endeavor.

As he skimmed the instructions, he saw that the first instruction, "whisk corn starch, salt, and sugar" was scratched out and a messily written note written on the margins replaced it. Not being able to make out a word of it, he ignored it. He hastily took a bowl and threw the ingredients in, setting a whisk to sloppily stir the mixture together as he prepared the pot and stove, all the while grumbling under his breath about his troublesome wife.

Really, he sometimes did wonder why he ever married the woman. Right. Status and power. He reminded himself. And he could only smirk at the remembrance that she, fairest woman and princess of Hyrule, had willingly chosen him. Granted, whether she was worth the effort came into question many times, but he supposed since she was carrying his child, perhaps making some pudding wasn't too much of an outrageous demand. Not to mention that remembering the expressions on her other prospective suitors and the reaction of the general populace was absolutely delightful. Oh yes, there were near riots going on… riots he was allowed to stop himself. Oh what a delicious power high that was.

All right, so perhaps making some pudding for the woman wasn't so bad.

He looked to the pot, where the milk inside of it began to bubble at the edges. Perfect, now he just had to pour the mixture of the starch, sugar and salt in there. He stopped the whisk from mixing the powder ingredients and poured it into the pot of milk. Yes, there were a few lumps in there, but he figured they would dissolve during the hour cook time.

Not difficult at all, he thought to himself proudly. The waiting would be the terrible part. Why on earth his woman wished for a thing that took so long to make was beyond him, but it would be over soon enough.

That's what he kept telling himself, anyways. He was woken up in the middle of the night to do this, after all, he was still quite sleepy. He sat by the stovetop, trying to keep himself awake and gradually failing. And finally, he had the feeling that he was falling. Because he was. He scramble dup and out of the chair in a panic, glad to have woken up before a nasty fall on the stone floor of the kitchen. And then he remembered why he was in the kitchen in the first place and growled. The temporary good mood he'd had as he was making it had faded in favor of a bad attitude again.

He looked into the pot and frowned. There were still lumps in the pudding. Well, perhaps he hadn't been asleep long. Vaati looked to the candle in the kitchen.

That couldn't be right. If the candle was correct, it was a bit over an hour.

He took a spoon and stirred the pudding. It was goopy. That wasn't right. Surely it should have solidified at least a little bit? He glided quickly to where he placed the cookbook from before and scanned it again… One to two hours… Perhaps it needed that extra time? Gliding back to the pot with knitted brows, he stared at the goopy pudding, as if it would somehow make the cook time faster. He stayed nearby, but paced back and forth, pausing occasionally to stir the pudding to check its consistency. Unfortunately, every time he stirred, he would get more and more frustrated as there was no change in the consistency and the lumps were still prevalent.

The candle was on its last stub now, and Vaati was positively livid yet again. It was still gloopy and lumpy and he was fairly certain that pudding should not be like that! Nearly pulling his hair out, he quickly consulted the cookbook again, growing more and more confused and angry as he read on since he followed the instructions perfectly. He growled angrily… and then looked to the notes on the margin of the page, doing his best to make out the chicken scratch writing.

"Blend ingredients in… slowly and gradually… in cold milk to avoid lumps." He read out loud to himself.

He hadn't done that.

With unusual calm, he stopped the fire of the stove; added the final ingredients to the sad goop he would have to call pudding, mixed it, and took the pot off of the stove with the spoon still in it. He paused at the kitchen doorway and placed the pot down before turning around and unleashing all of that pent up rage on the kitchen. Fierce gusts of wind blasted through the kithen, knocking over the table, sending pots and pans flying, various utensils and piping breaking and slamming into the walls, and the set of carving knives flying out the window with a fierce crash.

Still absolutely livid, he took the pot up again, ignored the panicked servants who had woken to the sounds of his chaos and upon seeing him froze in their tracks, and amrched right back into the bedroom he shared with his wife. She was still awake, looking at him with a mixture of puzzlement and worry. Saying nothing, he handed her the pot, got back into bed, put his back to her angrily and shut his eyes.

Zelda looked in the pot her husband had given her. It was sloshy and lumpy and didn't look much like what one would think of when they thought of pudding. But she took a spoonful of the lumpy mixture and stuck it into her mouth.

She smiled and put the pot on her night table. With great effort due to her swollen belly, she leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Thank you, Vaati. It's the best pudding I've ever had."

The mage, still awake but with his eyes still tightly shut, only mumbled angrily in response.

The only reason I wrote this was mostly because what Vaati just did was my own failed attempt at trying to make homemade pudding. And then for some reason, I thought it would be funny to try and incorporate that into a VaatiZelda type of story. So I decided to place it in the Reversal universe because why not. So if you guys were wondering towards the end if Vaati would ever come to trust Zelda, he either did or he managed to fake the hell out of it. I leave it up to you to decide.