Ruthven had been cackling gleefullyand whispering things in Bethberry's ear when the bun went sailing past their heads right into the fire. Bethberry turned to find the miscreant who had lobbed the foodstuff, but Falco was seated head down, deep in his breakfast dish, with his mouth stuffed full of Herreld's bun. Garreth was pointing vociferously towards Falco in a heroic manner, as if to object to this monumental disruption of courtesy and good manners. Unfortunately, his arm knocked Herreld, who was busy remonstrating with the halfling, pulling on Falco's arm as if to regain his breakfast. Being knocked half over, Herreld pulled too hard, too fast, and Falco's arm went flinging out across the table, knocking Eodwine's mug from his hands and spilling its contents out onto Giedd's lap.
Bethberry sat there quietly, her face a mask of composure, seeing the truth of her concern for good manners borne out by the antics of the ragamuffins in her midst.
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