ebonyfeather

primeval100

Breakfast

Lester entered the kitchen to see Connor studying the contents of the cupboard, a look of confusion on his face.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

Connor looked into the cupboard again. “Don’t you have any proper cereal? You know, like Frosties or Sugar Puffs.”

Lester indicated to the box of Fruit and Fibre that he had just filled his own bowl with.

“That is much better for you that the sugar-laden rubbish you mentioned.”

Relenting, Connor tried some and Lester watched as the young man tipped copious amounts of sugar onto it.

“Hey, this isn’t bad,” he said.

Lester sighed.