Bryan’s POV:
“That was the best breakfast I have ever had!” North bellowed satisfyingly as he tapped his large belly and drank his milk to the last drop.
“I have never enjoyed myself that much!” Tooth added with a toothy grin because she was already flossing the remains of the lettuce from her teeth.
“I never even thought that carrots can taste that way,” Bunnymund added, his Australian accent very much pronounced.
“You’d think I’d get tired with cold, but this ice scream parfait revolutionized the meaning of ice scream,” Jack thought out loud as he licked his spoon, savouring the flavour one last time.
Sandy just flashed a bunch of happy scenes above his head. I couldn’t understand him exactly but I was sure that he was more than satisfied.
“Where did you learn to cook all of those delicious meals?” Tooth asked as she set her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands.
“Well, mommy and I used to cook together. She was a great cook herself,” I said as I stared into space.
There was an awkward silence, like they were embarrassed to have asked the question.
“She also liked to weave things.” I smiled at the sudden memory of her weavings. Maybe that was also one of the causes why the fire spread out so fast.
“What did she like to weave?” Bunnymund asked.
“She liked to weave these little orbs and daddy would install lights in them so they would shine bright in the evening. She also liked to weave blankets, sweaters, mittens, aprons, almost anything she can think of.” I told the story wistfully, the memory both making me happy and sad.
“Which one of her weavings did you like best?” Tooth asked, her eyes also getting watery with my mood and the way I reminisced these painful memories.
“I love this spectacular web in my room and lights hung from it like dew drops. She weaved it for me when I was young,” I answered with tears kind of threatening to spill. I wore this smile to hide my sorrow, as if it was working.
“Did she weave tapestries?” Jack asked. I looked up at him, impressed that he guessed it right. “Hey, don’t look at me, it was Sandy’s question,” he added as he raised his arms in surrender.
“She did weave tapestries. They were so beautiful they seemed to move. Her masterpiece was a tapestry depicting the romance of the ancient Greek gods and goddesses.”
They looked at each other, as if they realized something or they saw a ghost.
“Okay, let’s start training! Bryan, come with me and I will show you the combat room where we shall find the suitable weapon for you to train with,” North broke the tension with a smile as he got up from his chair.
“Can I have a minute? I need to check on something,” I said as I involuntarily smiled a bashful smile.
“Of course, little one,” North answered. “I’ll wait for you here.”
I ran upstairs, into my room. I began searching the room for my bag because the box that daddy gave me was inside there. He told me that I would find the assurance of my safety inside. I wonder if it’s a weapon, although, I'm not quite sure how a weapon would fit inside.
“What you looking for, sport?” a voice asked, sounding like Jack’s. I turned around and sure enough, he was floating inside my room, sitting on my bed.
“Oh, Jack, I didn’t notice you come in.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. I should have knocked first. Wait, let me make it up to you,” he apologized as he went out and knocked then entered again.
