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Breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. I ne’r drank the stuff before, and I have to say, I didna like it. It was like drinkin’ mud… if mud were to taste that way.
What’s wrong?
“It’s not nice. Could I have some tea instead?” I pushed the cup away. Even the smell of it made me feel queasy.
He smiled slightly as he heated the water for my tea. He seemed not himself though and I thought maybe he still felt bad for wantin’ me, but I dinna think that was it. As I watched him wash the dishes, I hungrily ate my breakfast. Everythin’ tasted so delightful. The eggs were creamy and the toast wi’ just a hint of butter made my mouth waterin’ for more.
I’m glad to see ye eat.
“Are ye not hungry?”
I’ve already eaten. I’ve been up for a while. He turned toward the sink and fi
