"Oh, I may have something of an idea," Sheryl says, her voice full of a knowing warmth, while Break attempts to get around Ange's hands so that he can tug gently at her ponytails. When she actually manages to swat him, the game ends, and he settles back in his own chair with his knees pulled up against he table like a gremlin. "I do hope he hasn't been causing too much trouble for you at the bakery."

"So mean," Break cuts in again, looking well pleased with himself. "Why, Miss Ange hasn't even found a reason to throw anything at me this week."

"I imagine that's because you've been home this whole time, dear," says the former duchess, in the exact same smiling tone.

"A minor triviality," says Break, waving his hand vaguely. But, he leans over to grab a little plate for Ange, loading it down with a few of the snacks on the three-tiered tray at the edge of the table. He may not be on butler duty at the moment, but he is forever busying his hands taking care of the people around him anyway.