That's A Nasty Flavor

River turned to Serenity and pointed to a chair. "I said to relax, young lady!" She ordered in a very motherly manner. "Now sit!" With that said, she got to work at setting waffles down on each plate, setting butter and syrup out for everyone to use.

"Breakfast-Dinner is served!" The photographer chimed.

Kent returned in his more comfortable clothes and took a seat at the table before River could get onto him about not relaxing too. Something about the little photographer both made him feel safe and scared all at once.

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Bonnie spat the dead mouse out and started rubbing her paws over her tongue in disgust.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't bite down on them so hard." Kevin grunted and picked up the poor dead mouse by its tail. "You've had a mouse issue before?" He asked.