Aressian---------------Lyra
Marshall
The house was beginning to smell wonderful.
Aromas of roasting meats, savory gravy, and sweet pumpkins pies were wafting through the halls of the orphanage. Several small children were already done playing 'chef' for the day, having retired to watch some of the brave adults in Jawan race away from the Turkezillas that had been released in the heart of the city, well away from their beach-side home. A few older children remained in the kitchen, determined to lick every spoon possible to get a full preview of dinner it seemed.
"I stirred the grazy, Aunt Hamuel!" Lyra said happily, dripping spoon in one hand and her candy-striped blanket clutched firmly in the other. Marshall wasn't quite so 'helpful'--the young boy had taken it upon himself to 'test' some of the finished products.
"Marshall, that's enough deviled eggs for you! The rest of the family will want some too." Aressian said as he ushered Lyra away from the stove to get at the oven for the turkey. "Besides, you know Brujah loves Hamuel's deviled eggs. We need to make sure there's enough for him. He's had a busy day."
Marshall whined and placed his half-eaten egg back into the holding tray, causing Lyra to make a disgusted face. "...He can have mine, Aressian..."
Without waiting for a second opinion, Marshall grinned and popped the rest of the egg into his mouth.