Emmett
Tell me, how do I feel?
"Oh, I dunno. Jus' somethin' Ma used to say." Emmett shrugged, not wanting to offend Phoebe by any more words on her apparently hungry appearance.
He was glad to hear she slept well, he knew she needed it. The bed in his room here was....not awful, but left something to be desired. Emmett had half been expecting her to come down complaining of misplaced springs and poking hay, though he supposed she had told him she came from humble origins too. Perhaps she was used to uncomfortable beds. "Yeah, I did okay. I gotta get up early in Longheat t'do chores, though."
"If theres one thing I can do, it's make eggs." He smiled, holding up a fork. Emmett got on with eating his breakfast as the kids finished theirs, Milly coming up to stand by Phoebe and tug at her sleeve: "Phoebe, how come you stayed over last night?"
