Thursday, July 4, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 151.11

Harold was distracted by the offer of breakfast and tried to remember his train of thought of a minute ago. It was too late. Thoughts of sausage and bacon were making his stomach rumble. “Yes. I'd like a full English breakfast, please, grilled for preference, with two slices of toast and marmalade and a strawberry yoghurt to follow. And tea. Plenty of tea.” He looked back at his daugher. “Do you want anything, love? Or are you full after your three grains of cocoa puffs and custard cream?”

“Can I have an ice cream?”

“For breakfast?” Harold shook his head. “Maybe later.”

“Can I have an egglet then?”

“Yes, but ask properly.”

“Please may can I have an egglet.”

“Yes, darling.” Harold turned to the imp. “A Plate of scrambled eggs for Lucy, too. Uncle?”

Frederick continued to gaze at the television until Harold waved a hand in front of him. “What?”

“Do you want anything for breakfast? Devious is fetching take out.” He knew it was more 'take' than 'out' but he'd make it up to the shopkeeper at some point. By not letting Laverstone be flattened by a petulant demigod, for example.

“You know I can't consume mortal food, Harold.”

“Yes, sorry. I was asking more out of politeness than any genuine desire to see you drop food onto the floor.” He did a mental review of the house residents. “Gillian's asleep, Felicia's gone, Julie's dead, Molly's a ghost and Dill's a golem.” Ne, that's it, Devious. Off you go.”

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