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Penny
Penny tapped the shoulder of the lass stirring the kettle of beans. ‘Prim? Can you tell me where the milk is . . . and, oh yes, the butter?’ Prim kept the long wooden spoon moving in circles in the thick bean mixture as she pointed out the location of each of the needed items.
In a short time the milk was heated and the honey drizzled in. Bread was toasted to a golden brown, spread generously with butter – some slices were piled on a plate, one was cut into fingers. A small pot of sweetspice tea was brewed; its fragrant steam made Penny smile as it reminded her of her mother’s kitchen.
‘This should be interesting – trying to get this to the table without spilling or dropping anything!’ she murmured under her breath. She looked over the tray loaded with teapot, honey, two small plates of toast, strawberry jam, cutlery, and cups – one sloshing a bit with warm milk and honey. ‘Oh, I’d better bring a third cup for the bunny,’ said as she eyed her load.
Don’t drop it; don’t drop it! she thought to herself as she grasped the tray in front of her and made for the common room. With a relieved sigh she set the tray on the table edge and placed the items on it on the table.
‘Now if you need anything else, anything at all, just call me or Rowan over and we’d be happy to fetch it for you.’ She flushed a bit, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself, ‘Oh, yes, my name is Penny, by the way.’
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