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"Are you hungry?" Sam asks, as she turns over the piece of bread.
"Yes," you say. "If it would not be too much trouble. . ."
"Already thought of it," Samantha says, smiling. She picks up the frog-in-a-hole deftly with her spatula, then slides it onto a plate with a couple of sliced wolf peaches and a sprig of parsley. "Enjoy," she says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "You'll need your strength."
You smile at your friend, then go to the kitchen table and sit down. Giving thanks to Sune for the blessings of this day, you pick up your fork and begin eating.
There is a knock on the door, and the sound of the house's butler entering. Reginald is a tall, proud man, and though his hair is greying, he still carries himself like a warrior. Out of all of the other household staff, he is certainly the one you most admire. "Mornin' love," he says, hugging his daughter and giving her a good morning kiss on the cheek. "Mind makin' me a bag lunch after breakfast? I'm of a mind to reinforce the mansion perimeter. Check the firing positions and perhaps clear some firing lines. Young master did ask me to see if I can improve the home's defenses, after all."
"Sure thing, da," Samantha says. "Are sandwiches all right?"
"Sandwiches would be perfect, love," Reginald says. He opens up the refrigerator and pulls out some orange juice, an egg, and a container of protein powder, then begins to make himself a breakfast milkshake. |
