*Summer*

When the breakfast is over and people retire to the parlor to celebrate for a bit more, I make my way down to the kitchens where I find Robin sharing some biscuits and milk with Mouser. I had wanted the lad here to feel part of the festivities, even if he is too young to participate in them fully.

I wish it was warmer, so we could go out in the gardens, but winter has arrived, and the winds are blowing fiercely and cold. Pulling out a chair, I sit. “1 want to thank you for being willing to watch Mouser for me today”.

“Ye married now ?” Robin...