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Bertrand blushed, that had gone better than expected and he was almost suspicious. Almost. But he was not one to question generosity and he knew he'd never make it through that forest without Valko's help. "Thank you, I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear that," he said, making sure his gratitude was apparent.

Bertrand frowned at his reflection in the sticky plate of crumbs and syrup. He'd need to retrieve his bag anyway, his money and equipment were in it, "Is there a way I can get you to guide me around the traps?" he asked at length.

"Ah, is that what you call them," Bertrand frowned darkly and folded his arms, "I don't know if I can go back in there."

"I nearly fell into a pit and got stuck in a bear trap," protested Bertrand as he slumped in his seat, crestfallen.

"Those woods are....dangerous," Bertrand offered hopefully, perhaps his host would help?

Bertrand froze, fork halfway to his mouth, "Well no...but I did bring some money, it's uuuhh... it's in my trunk...that got washed into the woods last night," he said quietly.

Bertrand had finished a stack of pancakes and was moving on to the next platter, not noticing the drips of syrup he was leaving on the table cloth.

These are great looking items! Thank you.

"He's also tearin' into them flapjacks like he ain't eatin' in a week," she jerked her thumb back towards the kitchen. "If you want any you might oughta hurry."

"I did, yes," said Rita as she rocked back and forth on her toes, "He seems...nice," she took a moment before settling on the word.

And sure enough Rita had breakfast on the table and an extra plate for their guest. When Bertrand entered the kitchen she introduced herself and invited him to dig in, which he did with gusto. Leaving their guest to his meal Rita walked down the hall to meet her spouse and ask a few questions about their guest...

Bertrand perked up almost instantly, "Thank you! Merci! " he cried jumping off of the bed and rushing to the kitchen with a sudden burst of new found energy at the prospect of food.

Bertrand buried his face in the blanket with a groan. Of course, this shouldn't have surprised him, Professor Beauchamp was...absentminded , to say the very least. "I have a little change but it was in the bag I lost in the woods," he mumbled.

Bertrand froze, "I think the professor included meal expenses?" he asked hopefully, "Surely he didn't forget that I would need to eat!"