Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Three - Looking a Gift Book in the Mouth
Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Three - Looking a Gift Book in the Mouth
The morning after the wedding found everyone in a state of incredible exhaustion.
I think it was only an hour short of noon before I managed to claw my way to wakefulness, sitting up on the edge of the bed and blearily glancing around my cabin aboard the Beaver Cleaver.
It was some time later that I managed to trudge my way down to the kitchen. "Hungry," I complained as I slumped into a chair and then just stared across the room.
Calamity was at the stove, poking at something with the energy of a cat who was done playing with its prey and just wanted it to move. It looked like he was making oatmeal or something. Boiled milk and oats, with some granola for texture. Not exactly the fanciest of foods... but I really wanted it.
"You get your turn after me," Amaryllis snapped. She was in another of the dining area's chairs, wings crossed and face set in a birdy frown. Amaryllis was still in her PJs, a big fluffy shirt with little flowers embroidered at the hems and loose pants that matched.
"Shouldn't the captain get first dibs?" Calamity asked.
Amaryllis narrowed her eyes. "... No," she finally said.
I slumped a little more. "But I'm hungry?"