Wulfen noticed that Sileas wasn't eating much. "Are you all right?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yes, it's just...lacking. I keep thinking about normal breakfasts, which have bacon and biscuits, lots of butter and jams along with the oatmeal. It's not very appetizing on it's own."

"I'm sure someone can fix that up for you." Wulfsen said.

"I don't want to be a bother. I know Mama's stretched pretty thin with feeding this many people. Maybe Papa can watch Oscar today and we can spend the day in Portside?" Sileas asked hopefully. There would be no shortage of different things to eat there, and she wouldn't have to worry about overworking anyone for it.

Going to Portside with Sileas sounded wonderful, but Wulfsen knew he could not leave. He had so many responsibilities and had only just returned.

Wulfsen sighed. "I'd love to, but I can't." He gently squeezed Sileas's arm.

Sileas tried to hide her disappointment. "I understand." She gave up the pretense of eating. "Perhaps lunch will be more interesting."

"I had only just gotten back." Wulfsen explained. "We're supposed to start clearing the rubble from the village today."

"I know, and I do understand. I should start unpacking the things from the manor and look through the books to see if there's mention of a way to stop the mermen," Sileas replied. She pushed her bowl away. "Any hope of finding any other things that might be salvageable for use?"

"We had been salvaging for weeks, but you never know."Wulfsen said. "If you want you can come too, but it would not be much fun."

Dyfrig went over to the range.

"All right - what do you want for breakfast then?" he called over to Sileas.

"I still love exploring but I guess I shouldn't go digging around." Sileas had a few worries about the baby, since it was all a surprise and she remembered Difyr telling her mother she should take it easy. "I also don't think I want to find any bodies." It was just as she said that that Difryg walked up behind her and spoke.

Sileas jumped a bit then glanced at Difryg sheepishly. "I would love some bacon and biscuits with blackberry jam, if we have any and it's not too much trouble."

Shawn pulled Brie to him after Difryg walked away. "So, can you get away for awhile? We've not had a chance to talk, and I have something to tell you, something to show you and then Difyr wants to speak with us."

"Of course it's not too much trouble," said Dyfrig, who seemed to be in his element.

In short order, a plate of bacon, biscuits and jam appeared in front of Sileas.

"Anyone else want some breakfast?"

Sileas's mouth watered at the sight presented before her. "OH, thank you so very much," she said to Difryg before she set in on her breakfast.

"You're most wel..."

Dyfrig broke off as he caught a movement behind him. He turned and grabbed Oscar just as the boy was reaching for the fresh biscuits.

"No you don't. You ask like everyone else. Sit down."

The boy was dumped unceremoniously on a stool... and then served with a plate of biscuits and jam!

Oscar ignored the biscuits and began eating the jam straight from the bowl with his fingers.

Sileas pulled the bowl away from him and spread the jam on the biscuits for Oscar. When she was done, she returned the bowl to him.

Yehudit flopped down on a stool, flopped off it onto the floor. Cursed and kicked the stool away. She sat on the floor.

Dyfrig looked down at the newcomer.

"Are you wanting some breakfast, then?"

Yehudit nodded, her eyes watering. She had kicked the stool with her bad foot, so now her ankle was sending streams of pain up her leg. She was trying to hide the fact she was in agony.

Dyfrig bustled off and returned with a plate piled with bacon, bread, biscuits and cheese. And a dish of jam.

"Here you go. Ask if there's anything else you want. I'm Dyfrig, by the way, the new cook... Hey, are you all right?"

Yehudit glanced at Sileas.
"I'm fine." Yehudit lied and began eating.

"Eat up, then," said Dyfrig, "And if your ankle is troubling you, go see a healer when you are done."

He went back to his dinner prep, picking up a large knife and starting in on a mound of root vegetables.

"My ankle is fine." Lying again. Yehudit knew seeing the healer would do her no good. All Difyr was able to do was give her a concoction to ease the pain and have her soak her ankle in cold water. Even Aalyssa had been unable to fix her ankle. It had been broken badly and never healed right.
"Damn Andy." Yehudit muttered under her breath as she ate.

"Your ankle," said Dyfrig over his shoulder, hands not ceasing in their chopping.