"Okay! Well, you should alternate between honey oats and an omelette for breakfast, but it looks like he won't let you have bacon—" "It's processed," Henchman Jeeves calls down. I gaze up at him, lifting my hand to umbrella my eyes, the sun overhead creating a glowing hue around us. "Do you like that I have a mandated feeding schedule?" "Oi, you up there, you're missing your calling as a house-wife." She tries to dodge a tablecloth that comes hurtling at her, but it hits her shoulder. She brushes it to the side. I smile, liking their playfulness. We are an odd threesome. We'd make a good
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