The next morning, I woke up at around seven thirty, and hoped my parents wouldn't be suspicious of me. More so hoping that Ben didn’t tell my parents what I was up to last night. Not that it was bad or anything, but that they would punish me gruesomely if they found out. When I got down to the dining room, I sat down at the table, and by the looks of my parents’ face, it seemed like I was in the clear. Ben was also at the table, so I knew that he didn’t say anything. Thankfully. “Goodmorning Brina,” my mother says to me as she sat down on one of the chairs next to me. “Goodmorning Ben.” “Good morning mother,” I respond to her, gesturing to our chef over to me to order some food. “Morning mom,” Ben says after me. After a few minutes, the chef came, and I order a small bowl of cereal and a plain buttered bagel. “Is there anything specific you guys would like to do today? We all have off. Me and your father from work, and you two are off from school,” mom asks us. It’s such a surprise that my mother is allowing us to choose what we do. She usually suggests something, and we always end up doing it. Ben and I look at each other as if we can read each other's mind. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Ben asks me. “Let’s hope!” I respond as a wide grin grows on my face. It appears that me and Ben were thinking the same, and we went down to town. On our way down, I hope I don’t see Caspian, because how would he know me if I hadn’t gone down to town? When we arrived at our destination, we walked around for a few minutes just absentmindedly. A few people came up to us, and said hello, and then walked off. Me and Ben lead our mother to our favorite bakery, “Saffron's pâtisserie.” The owner, Saffron, was a friend of our grandmothers, the old queen, before she met her end a few years back. “Hello Saffron!” I say to her. “Oh, goodmorning dear!” she responds as a wide grin spreads across her face. She stands up and reaches for her walker. “Would you like any treats?” she asks after she had found her walker, and approached us. “Yeah! We just want four croissants,” I tell her. Saffron then slowly walks around the countertop to look for the croissants. Once she had found them, she then came back out and handed them to us. “Thank you,” Ben says to her, handing her some money. “Oh no. It’s my treat!” she says. Ben takes back his money, and says, “Alright, if you insist.” We then leave the bakery in search of something else to do. That is until I see a familiar face, and I think he sees me too. “Uhh… I think we’ve done everything really here. Let’s go back home!” I say hastily before Caspian can recognize me. “Really?” Mom asks, turning in my direction to face me. “Uhm yeah!” I quickly fake up and yawn. “I’m really tired, yeah.” “Ok, if that’s what you want,” Mom says as we begin walking back up to the castle.
