"Busy yourself, child. I will eat my food when I want to." After snapping, his face softened. "Sorry. You have my permission to take it. Though, would it be too much to ask of you to go fetch a chef and get him to make a better omelet next time?" With that, he swept his map and figures into a pouch, and clipped on his cloak. "If any of our family ask, I shall be in the woods."
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