Chapter 33: Shopkeepers(2)
Her ears perked up instantly, tail giving a subtle wag. She retrieved a cloth bundle from the shelf, unwrapping it with careful precision.
"Barley cakes with honey," she announced, arranging the golden-brown rounds on a wooden tray. "And dried apple slices. Simple but filling."
The aroma filled the small shop—warm grain, sweet honey, and the comforting scent of home cooking.
"Smells delicious."
Noah grabbed the tray and placed it on the floor, settling down cross-legged. Kip and Alissa remained standing like dutiful servants, hands clasped behind their backs.
He paused with a barley cake halfway to his mouth. "What are you both doing?"
"Nothing?" Kip's innocent expression fooled no one.
"Sit down."
They both dropped to the floor, their backs straight as if soldiers awaiting inspection by their commander.
They look like cute little statues.
Noah sighed. "Eat. Don't just sit there."