[And yes, Sara is making crumpets in a griddle, now. So, sensitive noses may be drawn, as well as her hulking husband putting in his appearance. She didn't have any jam, but there's plenty of butter, and even some freshly sliced apples with cinnamon. It might be a little stretch, but there should be enough for everyone in the Tree, if they wanted to stop by and have some...
Dread, meanwhile, has earned himself a wry look from his wife.]
You could try to leave some for everyone else, you know.
[It's more teasing than chiding, and the wry look turns to a fond one, even as she sets a few more freshly griddled crumpets on a plate, and then sets more to cook.]
In Home's kitchen, with Dread and Sara!
Dread, meanwhile, has earned himself a wry look from his wife.]
You could try to leave some for everyone else, you know.
[It's more teasing than chiding, and the wry look turns to a fond one, even as she sets a few more freshly griddled crumpets on a plate, and then sets more to cook.]