Sunday Breakfast Post- With Guest!
A lot of people seemed to have spontaneously switched gender. While Sybil had read of this sort of thing occurring among single-sex communities of certain sorts of thaumically-influenced amphibians, she'd never heard of it occurring with human beings. Or, she had, but not in the same way.
She was therefore cooking comfort food for breakfast. Along with the usual fresh, clean fruits that had been cut up and set out in cups, there was a hash. Thinly sliced meat, the origin of which she could not determine, chopped breadfruit and some vegetables she'd found in the pantry, all sauteed together in butter until well-done and slightly dry, which was the way Sam seemed to crave, and the way that smelled the best besides. She heaped it into a bowl and set it out as well, alongside a number of small puffy pastires that were modified, slightly, from the original recipe, but were still crisp and blonde- if running a little to brown along some edges- that were stuffed with berries. Rupert de Worde had eaten three.
"It just doesn't make any sense at all! The wizards should have bloody done something by now," he protested- she, as it happened, in the moment, protested, and Sybil poured the young man- woman, rather, oh dear, what a mess- some tea and passed it over.
"Well, if this place negates any magic but its own, I'm not sure there is anything they can do. But I'm fairly certain it will clear up in just another day," she added authoritatively, "just like a mild case of scale rot!"
Rupert nodded dutifully because she was a Duchess and had known him since he was in diapers, and took another puff pastry, hating the world, and for some reason hoping it wouldn't go straight to his hips.
[Breakfast! Tag Sybil! Tag Girl!Rupert! Tag each other! EVERYONE'S GENDER'S ALL MIXED UP LOL.]