“Lucia!” The preciously rotund lad called out to her. “How’d you sleep? Was my blanket enough to keep you warm?”


    "It helped I guess," replied Lucia, sitting up in bed and shaking her hair clean. "Hugo, what time is it? Did you eat breakfast yet?"


    Who am I kidding? Of course you did, she thought, looking away and trying to conceal a smirk.


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    "It''s 4 after sunrise. Everyone ate breakfast an hour ago."


    "And I suppose no one was kind enough to save me any, were they?"


    "W-Well." The boy blushed. "I hid a hardboiled egg, just for you. I figured you''d probably sleep through again."


    He handed her the egg, which she began to peel at furiously.


    "Is this it?" She looked unsatisfyingly at him for a second. "Well, thank you. You''re the only one that seems to do anything for me in this dump."


    "Me? No, of course. No problem! Sorry I couldn''t get you more. I was barely able to sneak away with that extra egg. I''ll just give you mine next time. You probably need it more than I do."