I wafted a hand at his grumbles, moving to the little wicker basket I’d made up this very morn, covered over with a cloth that had a salmon stitched into the cotton. I had hand-sewn it myself, using a needle made from the finest silver I could conjure with my earth Element. I flapped the cloth open and offered him the basket with a flourish, unveiling the various croissants and pain au chocolat I had baked in the shape of all his favourite sea creatures. His mouth fell open, slack-jawed like a hammerhead shark who’d lost its hammer. “Are they for me?” “Well who else? The cod’s kipper?”
Awwww
