Ageswitchy breakfast!

[iwhinny4dragons]

Sybil had been enjoying the weekend thoroughly. She didn't have any problem with being sixteen, now that she was actually forty eight, and was rather looking at it as An Experience as opposed to a problem. She had found a dress in the clothes box that was Empire-waisted, left her wig behind in the room, and gone with Young Sam (who was not as confused as one might have expected) to prepare breakfast. It consisted of scrambled eggs and hashed potatoes, very well done, a fruit salad, some Knut Cakes (like silver dollars only in appropriate currency and a good deal smaller, and also browner and the usual tea and coffee service. She stood at the kitchen sink humming quietly while Young Sam cradled a tiny and horrifically ugly reptile in his lap, which spent most of its time looking blearily and weepily about.

[OOC; Breakfast! Belatedly! Come tag ickle Sybil and ickle dragon!]