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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 12:52 pm
Sera shook her head. "Fine. But only because I'm hungry. Not because you tell me to."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 12:56 pm
"Fine," sounding a bit like a sulking kid.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:00 pm
"Why do you insist on my eating?" Curiosity had gotten the better of her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:11 pm
"You are the one person not allowed to die," he said firmly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:14 pm
Sera shook her head and smiled faintly. "Alright. If you put it that way...I guess I have to stick around."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:17 pm
He nods and hugs her, clinging tightly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:35 pm
She hugged him back. "Alright, go get in your chair. I'll go see what's for breakfast."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:43 pm
He nods and heads off for the dining room.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:48 pm
In the kitchen, she looked around for someone. "Teoni's ready for breakfast. And if it's no trouble, could I get an apple for myself?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:52 pm
there were less chefs today, and neither of the crying women were there. A man gruffly handed her a tray. "This was ready an hour ago for the young master," he said reproachfully. "You eat after."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:01 pm
She glared at the man and took the tray, taking it back out to Teoni. "Your breakfast, Teoni." She tied a napkin around his neck and sat down in one of the chairs next to him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 8:30 pm
"you too," he said, eying the bowl full of grits, the grilled ham, and the plate of eggs.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 9:03 pm
"I'll eat later. You first."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 10:08 pm
He pushes the bowl of grits and the milk to her. "Eat" He pokes at the ham with a fork.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 10:22 pm
"I would if I were allowed." She smiled and ruffled his hair, "But thanks for being so concerned."
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