"Aye!" the boy shouted, jumping up and down at the thought of such an elaborate breakfast. There was a terrible smell coming from him though.

Ruth slowly got off the bed and started putting her shoes back on. The injured side of her face had swollen overnight and she could barely open her left eye. She cursed under her breath when her shoelaces didn't work along either. "Aye, that sounds good, thanks."

Lucy meanwhile rolled over, and again, and again, dangerously close to the edge of the bed.