New Flavor (for me, that is)
Rocky Road #19. The Breakfast Table with MALT
(oh, and Hot Fudge)
Rating : G
Timeframe = late spring/early summer 1260
Kairn wandered across the dining hall, a plate balanced on one outsretched hand. He inhaled deeply the scent of fresh eggs and sausage as he made his way past the plate scraping, fork rattling throng to a lonesome table in the corner.
He set the breakfast laden plate down with a clatter and dropped his fork and knife beside it. Sethan barely glanced up from the book that rested in front of him where a meal ought to be. Huddled, knees to chest, on the chair beside him, Shasa eyed her brother’s breakfast with apprehension. Her face turned a shade paler and her hands tightened their grip around her legs.
Kairn shrugged and took his seat. “Morning,” he said to the two of them.
Sethan grunted some incoherent response. Shasa’s voice was strained, as if she’d been holding her breath. “Morning,” she said.
Kairn stabbed his fork into the steaming mound of eggs. Shasa’s cheeks bulged for a moment and she threw a hand over her mouth. “You alright?” he said. She pulled her hand away to reveal a greatly exaggerated smile and swiftly nodded her head.
“Toast?” he offered. She shook her head just as quickly, the smile fading. Kairn shrugged and returned to shoveling eggs into his mouth. He couldn’t help but notice the way Sethan’s lips curled appreciatively at the scene, though he continued to study his book in silence.
Shasa wound her arms back around her legs, rocking and swaying as she tried to balance on a chair that was certainly not meant to support such a position. Kairn studied his sister a moment, slowly chewing his food. She buried her face in her knees. Kairn paused, a forkful of egg halfway to his lips. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
She lifted her head. “I… um…” Wide eyes settled on the fork in his hand and grew even wider. Her hand flew back to her mouth as her voice died away. She gave her head another violent shake and leapt from her chair. Kairn stared after her in silence as she fled the room, one hand pressed over her mouth.
Kairn turned to his friend, confused. Sethan hadn’t budged. He looked down at the fork. “Something wrong with the food?”
Sethan finally looked up. The grin spread and he chuckled. “Don’t suppose it’s any worse than it ever is.” Kairn gave the fork a frown and then thrust the thing into his mouth. He shrugged. It tasted the same as it ever did, and no one else was complaining.
(oh, and Hot Fudge)
Rating : G
Timeframe = late spring/early summer 1260
Kairn wandered across the dining hall, a plate balanced on one outsretched hand. He inhaled deeply the scent of fresh eggs and sausage as he made his way past the plate scraping, fork rattling throng to a lonesome table in the corner.
He set the breakfast laden plate down with a clatter and dropped his fork and knife beside it. Sethan barely glanced up from the book that rested in front of him where a meal ought to be. Huddled, knees to chest, on the chair beside him, Shasa eyed her brother’s breakfast with apprehension. Her face turned a shade paler and her hands tightened their grip around her legs.
Kairn shrugged and took his seat. “Morning,” he said to the two of them.
Sethan grunted some incoherent response. Shasa’s voice was strained, as if she’d been holding her breath. “Morning,” she said.
Kairn stabbed his fork into the steaming mound of eggs. Shasa’s cheeks bulged for a moment and she threw a hand over her mouth. “You alright?” he said. She pulled her hand away to reveal a greatly exaggerated smile and swiftly nodded her head.
“Toast?” he offered. She shook her head just as quickly, the smile fading. Kairn shrugged and returned to shoveling eggs into his mouth. He couldn’t help but notice the way Sethan’s lips curled appreciatively at the scene, though he continued to study his book in silence.
Shasa wound her arms back around her legs, rocking and swaying as she tried to balance on a chair that was certainly not meant to support such a position. Kairn studied his sister a moment, slowly chewing his food. She buried her face in her knees. Kairn paused, a forkful of egg halfway to his lips. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
She lifted her head. “I… um…” Wide eyes settled on the fork in his hand and grew even wider. Her hand flew back to her mouth as her voice died away. She gave her head another violent shake and leapt from her chair. Kairn stared after her in silence as she fled the room, one hand pressed over her mouth.
Kairn turned to his friend, confused. Sethan hadn’t budged. He looked down at the fork. “Something wrong with the food?”
Sethan finally looked up. The grin spread and he chuckled. “Don’t suppose it’s any worse than it ever is.” Kairn gave the fork a frown and then thrust the thing into his mouth. He shrugged. It tasted the same as it ever did, and no one else was complaining.