Go to 1st breakfast

AN: This chapter will advance the plot; make sure you talk to all three of these broads first. Or not. I don't care.

Soon, after helping the girls with their chores (lol) the morning ended, and everyone came back home for an afternoon breakfast. Mrs. B prepared a small but nice meal, and everyone sat down at the table.

"Yo, where do I sit?" you ask.

"You will be sitting next to me, sir," Mrs. Becky answered.

"But mother!" Florence says, pouting while putting her hands on her hips. "I was hoping our guest would sit next to me."

"Um, sir, wouldn't you rather sit next to me?" Abernathy says, finishing setting the table, giving you a sly wink as she does so.

"Girls, behave yourselves!" Rebecca said in a stern voice. "While father recovers, our guest will sit next to me, and that's final." Flo and Abby are irritated by this, but don't continue with anymore prattling. As soon as everyone is truly sitting in, you go to dig in.

"Sir!" Rebecca says sternly to you.

"Huh?"

"Sir, we must bless our food."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that," you say. Everyone then nods their heads, clasps their hands, and gives a silent prayer. Then, everyone eats; it's yummy for what it is. Everyone is about to return back to work, when a loud knock is at the door.

"Oh dear," Abernathy says, as you and her gather the dishes. "I think I know who that is." Watching, you see Rebecca go and open the door. There, you see another pilgrim woman standing in the doorway. And wowza, this one's also a hottie!; a woman who looks to be the same age as Rebecca, she is wearing a very fine, burgundy dress that looks like it might be made from a nicer material than the normal wool dress. You can see she's got black hair and a banging figure, and though she's a tad shorter than Rebecca, she's got a rack to match her and her daughters.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Swansworth," Rebecca says as in a tone as reserved as can be.

"Rebecca," Mrs. Swansworth states in a high voice. While she's certainly easy on the eyes, her features are rather sharp, giving her a mean squint. But yeah, you're still putting her on your 'to do' list.

"What brings ye here, Lotchen?"

"If you must know, I heard about what happened to Simon. I am here to give my condolences."

"Well thank ye very much. Your condolences are most appreciated. Was that all?"

"I suppose so, I just happened to be on mine way," Lotchen states. Indeed, Lotchen looks to be leaving, when she suddenly notices you. "Rebecca, who the devil is this?"

"Umm," Rebecca states, her cheeks flushing a bit. "This is a distant cousin, he's come up to help us while Simon recovers."

"Is that so?" Lotchen states warily, squinting at you. "Well, he must have sharp ears, as he heard about that bit of news fast." Not asking for permission, Lotchen brusquely pushes past Rebecca to look at you face to face, eying you up and down.

"Uh, wassup?" you ask.

"Wait, I know who this yon fellow is," Lotchen says carefully. "This is the young man who caused Simon's accident! Rebecca, this is sacrilege!"

"No, it's not!" Rebecca says angrily. "This young man has come from afar and is most sorry for what he hast done. As such, we have seen fit that he shall continue Simon's work while Simon recovers. Nothing else!"

"Ha!" Lotchen laughs in a high, nasally manner, still eying you up and down. "A ridiculous story, if ever I heard one. Nay, tell me young sir, what hast thou to say for yonself?"