A snippet! I hadn't hotsynced in a month!

Downstairs, he found Maggie removing the bread from the oven and Willie buttering a sample piece of it. Vlad watched them for a moment, hesitating in the doorway, until they noticed his presence and their easygoing facade fell away.

"My lord?" Willie shoved the last bit of bread in his mouth.

Vlad waved him away. "Don't stop on my account. I just came downstairs to get a drink." He did just that, pouring a mug of Maggie's restorative from the jug on the countertop and watching as Maggie transferred the loaves of bread from the pans to cooling racks. "You made a lot of bread," he said, and for the first time in many years, half-wished he could eat it.



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