Haft appears very solemn. “You realize that as a guardsman it is my duty to investigate suspicious packages?
Dalia shakes her head, “No, it’s not for Milady.” And tilts her head quizzically. “Of course…”
Haft chuckles. “I’m teasing, Dalia.”
Lanisen steps out of the kennels, empty water-bucket in hand, and begins for the inner gate.
Dalia grins, laughing a little, and pulls back the cloth so that the scent of fresh bread is released. “Investigate then, good guardsman”
Haft exclaims, “Aha! As I suspected, a most suspicious loaf of bread.”
This prompts more laughter. “I am afraid I have been found out.”
Haft says, “Best cover it up quick before anyone sees.”
Dalia nods and pulls back the cloth, covering it again to keep the heat in. “Though if you felt the need to take a piece for investigation, I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
Haft’s mouth twitches to one side, as though he’s tempted. “I fear that would be an abuse of power. Though should the urge to bake strike you in the future, a guardsman might be hard-pressed to say nay.”
Dalia grins. “Perhaps it shall.” She glances around, and waves to Lanisen.
Haft follows her gaze, but doesn’t stare.
Megren says, “Ah, that smells amazing. Hide it from Lanisen.”
Lanisen waves back to Dalia, grinning briefly. As he comes near enough to hear this last, he blinks in confusion and asks, “What?”
Haft asks, “Are you suggesting that poor Lanisen doesn’t deserve some of this dubious bread?”
Megren lifts her shoulders mysteriously.
Dalia grins, her face alight and cheeks pink either from laughter or mild embarrassment. “It’s fresh baked bread.” she says hoping to alleviate Lanisen’s confusion.
Haft says, “Probably contains a hollow cavity in the middle concealing a Talking Mouse.”
Megren asks, “What?”
Haft says, “I have no idea. I’m making this up as I go along.”
Dalia bursts out laughing again.
Lanisen peers at Dalia’s basket and reaches out to rap on the side with his knuckles. “Hello in there?”
Megren says in an high pitched voice, “Hi Lanisen!”
Lanisen lets out an explosive breath of laughter.
Haft arches a brow as though he had not anticipated this turn of events.
Dalia doubles over so that the bread is in peril of being dropped. “Oh Dear…Oh Dear…” she says through gasps of air. “This is more serious than I thought… my bread is /talking/.
Haft says, “Speaking for myself I’m glad you’re not bringing it to Lady Astera.”
Megren says, “Perhaps that’s how she prefers her bread.”
Haft deadpans, “Gnawed-on from the inside or slightly squeaky?
Lanisen says, “Oh no,” and covers his face with one hand, wheezing a little.
Megren asks, “Who are we to judge a lady’s taste?”
Dalia tries to regain her composure, “I shall ha-have to ask her.”
Haft says, “Make sure she reports any minute visitors as well.”
Dalia nods, covering her mouth, to try to stifle her laughter. She holds up the basket, “Perhaps we ought to investigate.”
Lanisen says, “Sounds like a story, don’t it. The Mouse who spied on dinner.”
Haft says, “Espionage will spoil one’s appetite like nothing else.”
Megren says, “Hm, I’d think it’d make a better appetite.”
Lanisen says, “Or dinner spoils your espionage, I guess.”
Megren says, “That’s almost always true.”
Lanisen says, “I’d fall asleep, I think.”
Haft asks, “If you were trapped inside a loaf of bread?”
Lanisen says lightly, “Nobody said anything about /trapped/.”
Dalia glances towards the inner gate where a page can be seen standing. He motions to her.
Dalia offers the bread to Megren, “I will leave it to you three to investigate, it looks like I am being called by Milady.”
Megren takes the bread, opening her mouth to say something, but closing it again when Dalia turns to go.
Lanisen calls after her, “‘Bye, Dalia!”
Haft asks, “So we do get the bread?”
Megren lifts her shoulders. “I guess.”
Lanisen rubs the back of his neck and glances at the water-bucket he’s been holding. “I prob’ly should get back to business.”
Haft asks, “You want to take some along?”
Lanisen says, “No, no, that’s all right, thanks. I had breakfast already.”
Megren glances at Haft, lifting the basket slightly in a questioning kind of manner.
Haft says, “You want to split it? Only answer quick before it gets cold.”
Megren asks, “Sure, yeah.” She taps Lanisen in the shoulder with the side of her fist. “See you?”
Lanisen says, “Yeah, yeah. Come find you later, if you want?”
Megren says, “Sure, I’ve got a free bit after dinner.”
Haft waits patiently.
Lanisen says, “Yeah, all right. See you. Mornin’, Haft,” he adds, and begins toward the inner gate.
Megren lifts the basket toward Haft. “You want to break it?”
Haft takes the basket, removes the bread and divides it before eyeing the two halves and offering Megren the one he deems larger. He breaks a piece off of his right away and starts eating. “What about her basket?”
Megren says, “I’ll bring it back to her room.”
Haft hands the basket over. “Thanks. I really didn’t mean to appropriate the loaf. Nice of her.”
Megren says, “That’s Dalia.”