"They are still warm," the giggling maid observes.
"And who'd be wanting a cold one?" Cat muses, and pats Cullen's shoulder. "Come by around noon, and test some cookies for us, if you'd like."
Cullen reaches for a clean cloth and wraps the rolls up quickly. (They are indeed warm -- too warm to carry by themselves.) "I'll -- keep that in mind. Thank you, Cat."
As he makes for the door, he points at Alistair. "If you can, get this one some porridge? It's his favorite. Won't have anything else in the morning."
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And coughs. To give himself a moment to recover.
"They are still warm," the giggling maid observes.
"And who'd be wanting a cold one?" Cat muses, and pats Cullen's shoulder. "Come by around noon, and test some cookies for us, if you'd like."
Cullen reaches for a clean cloth and wraps the rolls up quickly. (They are indeed warm -- too warm to carry by themselves.) "I'll -- keep that in mind. Thank you, Cat."
As he makes for the door, he points at Alistair. "If you can, get this one some porridge? It's his favorite. Won't have anything else in the morning."