[Noinkling]

It was difficult to keep a serious expression on his face as Ginger nattered on. Behind his generous beard and thick mustache, Benat’s lips twitched with a barely suppressed smile. Cullen had observed his master’s change of face and his dark eyes glinted with interest as the small lass backed the man into the Common Room.

‘I think the mush would be fine,’ Benat said, managing to get a few words in as Ginger paused for breath. ‘With some apple chunks and walnuts if you have them.’ Cullen whimpered, as if he understood what Benat had said. ‘Above all, no honey. Loves it, he does, but it rots his teeth.’ Benat resumed his seat by the window, motioning Cullen to lie down near him. ‘I, however,’ he said, winking at Ginger, ‘will have a bowl of the same . . . but with honey.’

Ginger hurried off to fill Benat’s order. Cullen looked longingly after her, and whined a small objection to his master.