Leya and Isaac | Kitchen
"Leya, what's wrong with Papa Lein?" Isaac whispered.
Leya looked down at her little brother whose innocent eyes were a lot more perceptive than she had given him credit for. She shrugged and reached for the honey. "I don't know, but if it's important, he'll tell us. Here, have some more honey."
"Ooh, okay!" Isaac glowed as she squeezed some more honey onto his bread. "Kayla! Kayla, do you have any peanut butter--ow, Leya..." Isaac rubbed his arm and looked at his plate with shame.
"Just because they're nice doesn't mean they're rich," she hissed.
Kayla laughed lightly.
Isaac's sadness didn't last more than five seconds. As soon as Leya withdrew the honey bottle, Isaac took the biggest bite he could. Honey dripped from his cheeks, and he wiped his face with the back of his hand as he chewed. "Did you know that there's a lady down the road with goats?"
"No, I didn't know." Leya took a bite of her bread.
"I think it would be socool to see them one day. Do you think Papa Lein would take us there? I've seen a lot of animals," he told Kayla matter-of-factly, "but I have never actually seen a goat up close--"
Blake | Kitchen
He couldn't handle the constant babbling anymore.
As Isaac jabbered on and on about junk like goats and butter and teabags and whatever else the crazy kid could think of, Blake helped himself to two more slices of bread, squeezed huge globs of honey on each of them until the bread slices were swimming in it, then snuck away from the table with his plate.
"Blake, where are you going?"
The boy froze and rolled his eyes as Leya's voice rang behind him.
"You should really finish that in the kitchen," she said. "There's something going on, and we should stay out of their way--"
"I'm not getting in their way," Blake muttered, taking a bite of one of his honey-covered slices.
He left the kitchen, hearing Kayla's distant voice saying, "It's alright, Leya. I'm sure he'll keep to himself."
Junk, Blake thought. He wanted to know what the heck was going on. He hadn't seen this much action since the slave market. Things were finally getting interesting around here.
He heard commotion faintly from multiple directions. While he wanted to see what the talking was all about, there were too many witnesses that would catch him and shoo him out. Though if he could just catch one look at what was going on....
Another bite of honey sandwich convinced him he should probably stay out of trouble. Part of him wanted to eat another honey sandwich later in his life after these two on his plate had gone, and getting caught was not really the right way to go about achieving that goal.
He walked aimlessly in one of the directions. No one seemed to stop him, but no one really seemed to heed them any mind right now. Only Kayla, really.
Blake poked his head into the nearest room. He winced when the door creaked and shirked away, but no one seemed to make any move inside. He thought he heard some sniffling though, which made him rethink his plan.
Nah, he shuffled through the door anyway.
"My dear boy, shouldn't you be eating with the others?"
Blake jumped out of his skin with an exclamation of, "Junk!" Catching his breath, he turned around and found Lein staring right back at him with a rather weak smile. He was sitting down by himself, alone in this room.
Hm. They were more alike than he thought.
Blake froze for a moment before plopping himself on the floor, putting his plate on his lap and glaring at the old man for scaring him out of his wits. He didn't say anything.
"I see you like the honey," Lein managed to say, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief. "I'll have to remember that."
Blake took a bite, still not looking at Lein.
The old man started coughing. A lot.
Blake started, watching him warily with wide eyes. He had to give the old guy some credit: That cough was no joke.
It went on for a minute only before Papa Lein smiled weakly again. "Forgive me, I... must be catching a cold."
"Junk," he muttered and took a bite of his bread.
Lein's brow raised. "You don't believe me?"
Still chewing his food, Blake shrugged. "I know what a cold is. Yer talkin' to a slave, old man. 'S our job to know."
The old man smiled as usual, but this one seemed a little more genuine than the others. The two sat in silence again, this one lasting longer than it usually did, which actually concerned Blake -- just a little bit though. Lein was always good at breaking their silence.
They sat in more silence.
Blake dared to look up at Lein and noticed the old man staring again, deep in thought. Something seemed off.... Wait, no. He shouldn't be caring. In fact, he doesn't care! That's right! He had better things to do, like running away from slavery. Yeah, that was always his plan. That's the only thing he cared about.
That still didn't prevent him from leaving his plate of one honey-covered sliced bread in front of Lein's feet before dashing back into the hallway.
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