[Well, all right then. Erik hesitates a few moments longer, but it isn't long before he's piling his plate high with eggs, oatmeal, pancakes, waffles - he even takes a piece of bacon, because it smells strange and delicious and it's been so very long since he's had it. He wasn't supposed to, but Papa always liked it, and Mama always chided him and made it anyway - Erik didn't know why they weren't supposed to eat it, or why they did anyway, but it made him think of home.]
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