( Decided, sir, is no fresh ground for conversation. Ma'am Mariol's temper, barely a spark before, seems at risk of burgeoning as she gently but efficiently whacks a potato cake down in the ladle, until it submits to an unhappy, reedy sizzle.

So too this shall pass to all those who oppose her. )

Now, don't you be worrying, we'll see to all this tomorrow. ( And they will certainly not waste time and their scant energy chasing answers or a sign of more here and now. )

Off you go, then. See to the children today. And be sure'n'early to dinner. Will be bone stew tonight, and only yesterday's bread. You're in for a treat, now.