“Rare and fine. And no doubt you’ll want some chicken as well.”
“Of course.”
“Well then, here you go.” A chicken came off another spit. “Your timing is just perfect. I’ve been getting ready for the supper crowd, and you’ve beat them to it.”
“Good. Benjamin, take the wine cart; George, the bread.”
George watched as Benjamin turned and immediately began haggling. Without a second thought, he turned to the baker’s cart and demanded the price on two loaves of bread so fresh the steam was still rising from them. Soon, lively discussions were happening on either side. Bernard watched the two squeezing every possible penny, and looked disapprovingly at the young man before him. “Thomas, Thomas, you wouldn’t starve an old friend now, would you?”
“Not I,” Thomas said. “Alex?”
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