“Oh, you cheeky cherub, you know I was,” Geraldine laughed, planting her free hand on her hip and offering Tory the platter. “And I know that you do not feel the pangs of hunger while the cloud of grief gathers close around you, but I would be failing in my duties if I did not attempt to tempt you with some buttery goodness on a fine morn such as this. You know you must eat to maintain your strength, and I would be a narry nubby of a friend if I didn’t look out for you in this time of war, strife, and need.”
Aww shes such a good friend. I adore her
