Chéri followed Ruby towards the bread, not losing a moment. The point was: food. Whomever might be in the other room could still wait. Making them wait was generally a good idea overall.

They looked around, searching for any trace of cheese or marmalade or anything, really, that could be put on bread.

Chéri laughed and shook their head. They tried to explain it halfway “Ruby bread, Chéri bread. Chéri aussi,” it was one word, they were sure they could put something together to make it understandable. Apparently one of the slices was definitely going to end up in Chéri’s stomach.

Food had been, throughout their life, always a joy. The had learnt to take as much of it as they could every time they could, unless they were living in an absolutely lavish lifestyle with someone who looked extra enthusiastic about having them around.

Chéri looked around and asked “Beurre?” Hoping it was close enough to be understood.