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It was just a normal Thursday, stumbling down from my attic after a horrible case that had left us all beaten and bruised. I hobbled into the kitchen, my spirits being lifted by the scent of whatever it was that George was cooking up.
" Morning, Georgie. I hope you've got enough there to share."
"Well, no. I've only made enough for myself because I'm entirely selfish." So he was still mad about last night then.
"Ah, George! That smells great, I do hope you've made enough for us all." Lockwood breezed in, shooting me his blinding smile - much too bright this early in the day, but appreciated nonetheless.
"Honestly, it's like you two don't even know me. when have I ever left the two of you to do your own cooking? You'd've burnt the whole place down!" Lockwood glanced my way, eyebrows raised, silently asking what bee had gotten in George's bonnet. I simply shrugged and carried on making our teas.
"A bit tetchy today are we?" Poor Lockwood tried to joke.
"Well, maybe if I hadn't nearly died last night because you two were too busy ogling each other to be any help, I'd be in a better mood." I felt my face flame and dared a quick glance at Lockwood - NOT an ogle thank you very much. He seemed entirely unfazed by the statement and proceeded to try and sneak a piece of bacon from the plate by George. Which resulted in an echoing smack with he tongs.
"Ow, George! What on earth?!" George looked rather crazed in his polka dotted apron, no trousers, tongs being brandished like a rapier, and the fire of vengeance in his eyes. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.
"George, you could at least put on some trousers before trying to remove Lockwood's hand from his arm." They both glared at me. One offended that I wasn't more concerned with his pain and the other doubly offended that I would expect him to wear trousers in his own home.
"Luce, I think George and I will agree that you aren't being very understanding right now. This unkindness cannot go unpunished." He paused for full dramatic effect. "We're skipping you in the biscuit rotation." George nodded in agreement and turned his tongs on me then, snapping them threateningly.
"What!? That's ridiculous! If I don't get my biscuit, then im not making either of you tea."
"Well if I don't get my tea neither of you will be eating my delicious breakfast." All three of us froze, glancing between ourselves, seeing who would break first.
"Oh alright, Luce." Lockwood sighed. "You can have your biscuit so long as you make George's tea so I can eat some of that bacon." I grinned victoriously. Thank goodness Lockwood wakes up hungry or I would've had to give in and go without my biscuit.