Imagine the shock when Mavis came trotting down the stairs without a thread of clothing. Ella thought she was dumbfounded when she came up behind her and hugged her so tight it made her blush but poor Conrad very nearly dropped the pot when she latched on to his arm and kissed him on the cheek.
“What? I don’t get anything?”
As expected Origen was the only one complaining.
Mavis had indeed made omelettes but as everyone ate it was still quite hard for all in attendance to ignore the fact that she was still not dressed, although since returning from the kitchen she was no wearing an apron. Again to no surprise Orig
