She split the breakfast cakes and toasted them lightly in the sausage pan, letting them soak up the savory drippings. They turned golden at the edges, crisp on the outside but still soft inside.
Then she began to build.
First sandwich (for herself): Bottom half of the toasted cake. One hash brown patty, still warm and crisp. Three rounds of sausage, arranged in a slight overlap. A spoonful of scrambled eggs, folded gently on top. The top half of the cake, placed just slightly askew so you could see the layers.
She stepped back and frowned.
It looked… fine. Like food. But not like Lumerian food.
Marron glanced at the lavender plant on the deck, then at the small herb bundle hanging from her cart. Parsley. Thyme. Nothing fancy, but—
She plucked a single sprig of parsley and tucked it beside the sandwich. The green was bright against the golden tones of the bread and potato.
Better.
