LOREN
Considering the last time Loren had gotten drunk drunk, he’d started a bar brawl then puked all over his twin’s shoes, Phoebe should be thankful the summoner had turned down her offer. Of course, she didn’t know that and he had no intention of letting her find out. After all, he needed to keep some deep dark secrets to himself. As he waited for the dough, he found himself watching her read out of the corner of his eye. Maybe she’d noticed—or she was bothered by the image of him standing in her kitchen doing nothing—since she suggested he take a book himself. Not wanting to get into another back and forth, he scanned the shelf, then selected what he hoped was one of the simpler medical texts.
Then he just leaned against a counter and started reading, checking on the dough every now and again. After enough time had passed and the dough had risen enough, he took it out, then punched it down. After, he separated it into halves and placed both in their own greased pan, before covering both and setting them aside to rise some more.
Then he just leaned against a counter and started reading, checking on the dough every now and again. After enough time had passed and the dough had risen enough, he took it out, then punched it down. After, he separated it into halves and placed both in their own greased pan, before covering both and setting them aside to rise some more.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
