Chapter 22
Payment
Everyone walked into the dining hall, halfway expecting to find no lunch ready. Or to find a very quiet and morose dutifully serving them. What they didn’t expect was to hear laughter coming from the kitchen, or for Celeste to back through the swinging doors, a soup tureen in her hands.
Placing it in the center of the table, she grinned and gave a playful slap on the shoulder. “Go back outside and brush yourself off. You’re covered in grit, and nobody needs that stuff falling into their food.”
gave little growl. “Yes, Mother.” But he got up to do as she asked.
She glanced around the table. “If anyone else is covered in dirt, go shake yourself off now.” Not waiting for a response, she exited back into the kitchen.
Brew emerged soon thereafter with a tray of grill
