A Table of Warmth
"Big brother " she whispered, her fingers curling around Victors sleeve and she pulled on it a little "is that the stew? The smell of the stew is really great!"
Victor looked down at her. His serious face started to look a little softer. He even got a smile, on his face when he said "You will find out soon enough. Sit down first."
The maids bowed at the time and stepped back when the last dish was put down. A bowl of yellow soup. The steam was coming up from it in curls. The table looked really nice like a picture. The fruit was shiny where the sun hit it. There were loaves of bread that were still warm so the butter would get soft by looking at it. There were also pitchers of juice that looked nice next, to the fancy glasses.
