Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the ones holding court.
Jacques routinely helped Argent, Ginkgo, Deece, and Sonnet serve at table during the evening meal, making himself available to cut food into bit-sized pieces or reach second servings. Or thirds. Crossers had big appetites.
Tonight, the Americans were holding court on opposite ends of the table, telling a highly-entertaining tale that hadn’t made it to television, regularly interrupting each other to set the record straight.
Midway through, while Caleb was speaking, Jacques saw Sonnet reach past Josheb to replenish a platter. Josheb glanced up to thank her and did a befuddled double take. “Sonnet…?”
The apron-clad wolf smiled serenely. “Yes…?”
Posted: June 1, 2022
Prompt: Befuddled, suggested by El
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.