Anthony paused for a moment at the doorway, catching the warm aroma of fresh bread rising from the oven. The cook, wiping her hands on her apron, turned toward him and greeted Anthony with a cheerful smile, her eyes bright with familiarity and kindness.
“Good evening, sir. What can I help you with?” said the cook.
Anthony nodded, his expression earnest. “Yes, my mate—she is hungry. Is there anything she can have?” he asked, looking hopeful.
The cook's smile widened as she considered his request. “I can make her something like Savory Salmon and Rice Bowls; it will help with her milk to come in more flow. Also, I will make her and you some beef soup. Don’t worry, I will make her some food,” said the cook, her tone assuring and gentle.
“Thank you, she will love it,” said Anthony, relief e
