Emilia was running around in her little fox form, looking for something to eat. She had not eaten in a while and really needed to catch something that day. After that day who knew if she was going to be able to even get up the next one. She had just gotten into England not too long ago. A couple weeks ago at most. Emilia hopped onto a rock and looked around from there, looking for anything. When she spotted a bird she slowly climbed down and started stalking it.

Henry had woken up early that morning to get to his bakery. He had had it for about a year by then and it was already pretty successful. By the time people started coming in he had already finished baking everything he needed for the morning rush. Bread, muffins, and other treats. Henry spoke with some of the people cheerfully, not even seeming all that tired, even though he really was.