Kenneth would be a liar if he said he didn't regret leaving things so tense with Lucien in favour of eating breakfast with Lennon and getting to try his famous blueberry and lemon cobbler he'd been working on over the summer.
He made it healthy enough to eat for breakfast, topping the sweet, tart, buttery goodness with a glob of Lykandrian yogurt, since here, there was no such thing as the Europes—at least not anymore.
He enjoyed the creamy, tangy yogurt nonetheless as the two men talked. When the clock struck 8:10, they cleared the dishes and headed to their first class of the day: Geopolitics.
