Morning
The Greenbottle Home
The weariness pervading your very bones sets in as soon as you lay down, and despite the restless night that has passed, you enter a deep sleep swiftly. It is only as the sun is already glaring down from the sky, as it must be only a few hours before noon, and the summer heat pouring into the rooms that you stir to the smell of breakfast. Is that maple bacon, and perhaps eggs and a bit of spice.
In the kitchen you can hear what must be Mya and perhaps another member of the Greenbottle family working away. As you leave your various rooms and head down the scent of maple syrup, mushrooms, bacon and broccoli all mix together under the smell of freshly clipped basil. Upon the dining room table are eight places, three along each side, one at the foot and one at the head of the table. Mya instantly appears, carrying a large plate adorned with a magnificent looking omelette filled with mushrooms, broccoli and a smokey smelling cheese, gouda perhaps. Trailing behind her is Patty, apparently helping her with the kitchen in between glassblowing, carrying another smaller platter with crisp bacon wafting of maple syrup. The two plates settle on to the table between a pair of baskets stuffed with oven warm Highdumple buns. Mya then calls out, "breakfast is ready!" Then abruptly, she spins around and darts back into the kitchen returning in a moment with a pitcher beading with perspiration which she sets on the table.
Patty smiles and then heads out the front door, as the door swings shut you can hear his muffled voice addressing someone on the porch.
-- Everyone is up and in action at basically the same time --
