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“Discarded sketches huh? Guess the court clown put a lot of thought into it. Suppose I owe him a beer for that. Hey, Sam.” Marcus swivels his head toward Samia.

“Yes, hun?” She coos.

“Don’t be a bogart, open up the pantry, let the little guy get his fill.” Marcus gestures with a nod of his head.

“Oh alright. I suppose it warranted given the kind gesture displayed.” Samia pulls the key from her sizable bosom.

“Now hold up!” Cyndwella protests. “No go after my eclairs! And if you touch my tiramisu, I’ll pluck your little wings off!”

Cyndwella follows Samia to the pantry and watches intently as the ancient Pharaoh opens the old wooden door. The room is insulated and cold, stacks of meats, cheeses and vegetables abound, but in the back is a grand selection of cookies, cakes and all manner of sweet treats.

“Well?” Samia raises a hand toward the room, gesturing the butterfly to indulge.