Breakfast in the Brooklyn Mansion was always one of the best parts of the day.
Dressed in white linen clothes, my hair flowing down my shoulder blades, I was eating my toast with ham and cheese on the patio with the other students, the sun shining over us and Manhattan, across the river. Philip of Macedonia, our albino crocodile, was calmly swimming just under the surface of the water, the top of his white nostrils showing. At first I had been very iffy about the whole having-breakfast-next-to-a-crocodile thing, but now I had grown accustomed to it and enjoyed it. Plus, Philip was really nothing but a big sweetheart.
Across from me, Chiara was dipping her bread with harissa in a cup of strong black coffee she had just squeezed lime juice into, and I had no idea what that even tastes like. I didn't even wanna find out. Jana Kay was toying with one of her shabti whilst eating unheard-of amounts of pancakes, bacon, sausages, oatcakes and vegan haggis. How she managed to stuff all that into her and still look like a grasshopper, I had no idea. Felix was drawing a penguin on his napkin. Cleo, our librarian, was having a talk with Victoria, who also followed the path of Thoth, and it looked quite serious -- there again with these two, everything looked serious.
Dressed in white linen clothes, my hair flowing down my shoulder blades, I was eating my toast with ham and cheese on the patio with the other students, the sun shining over us and Manhattan, across the river. Philip of Macedonia, our albino crocodile, was calmly swimming just under the surface of the water, the top of his white nostrils showing. At first I had been very iffy about the whole having-breakfast-next-to-a-crocodile thing, but now I had grown accustomed to it and enjoyed it. Plus, Philip was really nothing but a big sweetheart.
Across from me, Chiara was dipping her bread with harissa in a cup of strong black coffee she had just squeezed lime juice into, and I had no idea what that even tastes like. I didn't even wanna find out. Jana Kay was toying with one of her shabti whilst eating unheard-of amounts of pancakes, bacon, sausages, oatcakes and vegan haggis. How she managed to stuff all that into her and still look like a grasshopper, I had no idea. Felix was drawing a penguin on his napkin. Cleo, our librarian, was having a talk with Victoria, who also followed the path of Thoth, and it looked quite serious -- there again with these two, everything looked serious.