"Look," said Susannah-Rose, "I will make you some new scrambled eggs and bacon. You need to eat, and this is cold."
There was no point in setting against that resolution; Susannah-Rose would be adamant.
"Toast as well?"
She shook her head. At least Susannah-Rose accepted that.
She sat next to the clock, ticking out the moments, the minutes, the hours, the days, the years -- it had to be far more elaborate clockwork than most in this land. A bright and shining morning, but it had to be midnight somewhere. She yawned.