It never rains but pours, thought Cela as she bustled about the kitchen. Whether the bout with the wolves in the stable had woken people up or stimulated their appetites or even if the wolves had naught to do with it at all, suddenly everyone seemed to be wanting breakfast, ending the calm of the early morning.
Not that Cela minded, of course. If she truly could not stand the bustle, she would not have lasted as long as she had. She only missed Primrose's able assistance, for while Prim was still helping, rolling out dough and forming biscuits on the table where she could sit, this still meant that no one could be standing near the bacon or the cooking biscuits to make sure nothing burned. Cela did not think she had ever truly realized how much she relied on Primrose.
Well, if we were hoping for a slightly less eventful day than yesterday... it sure hasn't started out that way.
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