Page 65 of My Pleasure

Myra placed a suitcase by the doorway. “We figured you’d want to change.”

“Thanks, Ma,” Hunter said.

Keran grinned and sat down.

Myra went to the sideboard and began passing out plates, keeping two in her hands. “Keran, Nicol, what would you like for breakfast?” She walked over to where the platters were laid out on the table. When Ryuu stepped forward to help, she waved him off. “I heard you offering coffee.” She lifted her hand and pointed to Hunter’s cousins. “They’ve only had one cup so far.”

“I’m so sorry,” Meryn said, then sipped her coffee.

Ryuu placed a hand on his chest. “Drip, French press, pour over or espresso based?”

Augustus’ face relaxed in relief. “Drip, black for me.”

“Same for me,” Hunter’s father said.

Hunter just raised his hand. “Me too.”

“If it’s not too much of a hassle for clean-up, I’d love the French press,” Connor asked.

“Just a latte for me,” Rory added.

Kiera nodded, smiling at Rory, then turned to Ryuu. “I’d love one, too.”

Ryuu straightened. “No problem at all.” He looked down, then held out his hand.

Meryn raised her arm and he placed his fingers on her wrist. “Double helping of eggs today and you can have more coffee after breakfast.”

“Can you get some ketchup?” she asked, her eyes slowing unglazing.

Ryuu took a deep breath. “Of course.” He turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Kiera smiled. She had seen more than one human put ketchup on their eggs when she lived amongst them. Condiments weren’t used as much by paranormals.

At her side, Keran leaned forward. “Princess Auntie, is that for your eggs?”

“Yup. Most of the time for scrambled I use ketchup. Every once in a while, if I’m craving something sweet, I’ll use syrup.”

“How’d you start doing that?” Hunter asked, sounding curious.

“Waffle House. Ordered hash brows. Added ketchup, cuz, they’re just like deconstructed fries, and it was good. Had pancakes, so there syrup. On one side of my plate by the hash browns, ketchup got on my eggs, on the other side syrup. Decided I liked both,” she explained.

Keran looked over to Kiera. “Can I try ketchup?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Hunter shot her a panicked look. “Are you sure?”

“It’s just ketchup Hunter.”

Meryn smiled. “Live a little.”

“Meryn, were you able to secure us transportation to Boston, to visit the bank?” Augustus asked.

“Yup. Pinged Darian this morning. Works out great for him because Amelia heard about Boston and is suddenly craving chowder, lobster rolls and Boston Cream Pie.”

Myra filled two plates with food and set them down in front of the kids before fixing a plate for herself and Johann. She looked at Kiera and Hunter, smiling. “Should I fix your plates as well?” she teased.

Kiera shook her head. “No, but could you pass me a plate?”