𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞

Scones

"Hello Miss, I have come to steal your delicious scones! Pay no mind to my friend here." Sam announced boldly with a glance towards Florence.

Cathryn stood frozen in the center of the room.

"Florence, who is this?" She was trying her best to be polite.

"Clearly, the man here to steal your delicious scones."

"It's almost as if you didn't just reveal that yourself." Florence added with a mock eye roll towards Sam, who waltzed over to the plate of sconce that was indeed in her room. 

Florence wasn't exactly surprised that he could sniff them out. Their aroma was heavenly indeed. A strong bit of lavender, the slightest hint of lemon, and the abundant sweetness of the blueberries folded within the pastries like wonderful stars. Sam carefully plucked the tray off of the nearby table and hurried out of the room, chin held high all the while. Cathryn stayed stunned and still. Florence in an effort to relieve her confusion, but also keep up with Sam's act, gave an apologetic curtsy before racing out of the girl's room.

After their first scheme, Florence shoved a tip-toeing Sam into the room where he was to stay.  She stifled giggles as he munched on the stolen scones. Florence could imagine Cathryn right now, standing still in the middle of her room, confused as to why a random boy just stole her breakfast. Sam shoved a flour coated palm out towards Florence. Atop sat a perfect purple tinted scone. She gave him a quick shake of her head in response. Sam continued happily stuffing his face with his long awaited treats. Florence figured that his parents would be arriving shortly, and Julie would find her way into the house soon enough.