Chapter 49
Phoenix slurped milk from her cereal bowl like a piggie, putting it up to her face and spilling most of it down her pyjamas.
“Phoe, no!” Hana snatched the bowl away before the rest of the liquid ended up in her lap.
“Tama dun it!” Phoenix Du Rose looked indignant and pointed an accusing finger at her cousin.
“I don’t make that kind of mess, woman! I’m way more skilled.”
“Don’t you dare!” Hana thumped the plate of toast on the table between the pair and confiscated his bowl. Phoenix’s eyes bugged with happiness. She waved her spoon in the air and pointed to a jar of Marmite.
“Mmmmmnnnn!”
Tama spread the disgusting treacle on the bread, licking his fingers afterwards. Hana clamped a hand over her mouth and fought a rising sickness. “I thought you’d be over that by now,” the
