Love Hina – Inheritance
Fanfic by Steven Biggs
Chapter Eleven – Welcome Back
Friday Noon
Seeing no reason to continue hiding out at the cabin, Motoko convinces Keitaro and the others to return to the Shinmei School. As they close the door to the cabin, Su pulls out her cell phone and calls Emma to let her know that everyone is okay. Naru stares at her.
"Why didn't you tell us that you had a cell phone? We could have called for help any time!"
Su places the phone back into her pocket and scratches her head.
"Well ya know that's impossible! I don't know the number for the snow rescue squad!"
"You could always call 1-1-9!"
"Why would I want to call nine dogs? We aint in the Swiss Alps, ya know!"
AN: 1-1-9 is used in Japan like 9-1-1 is used in America. A Japanese person saying 'one-one-nine' may make it sound like 'wan-wan-nine'. Wan-wan is how some Japanese kids say 'bow-wow'. So, Su confuses '1-1-9' and thinks Naru is telling her to call nine dogs.
"No! One-one-nine! Emergency services!"
Su scratches her head and then pulls out a notepad and pencil.
"Note to self; ya can call 1-1-9 for more than asking about the price of bananas."
Kitsune places her hand on Su's shoulder.
"Ya'll mean that they will tell you that kind of stuff?"
Su shakes her head.
"Not at first. But they eventually figured it was easier to have the info ready for me when I called."
A few hours later, the group enters the grounds of the Shinmei School. Motoko shows the Hinata-sou residents to some empty rooms and points out the other facilities. After announcing that dinner will be served in the dining room at nightfall, she and Keitaro sit at her kotatsu table and drink some tea. Motoko looks at him.
"I am sorry that things did not go as we planned. It seems that we attracted more unwanted company by leaving."
Keitaro smiles at her.
"At least we had enough time to find out how we both felt. I don't know if we would have gotten the chance otherwise. Also, they saved us the trouble of figuring out how to break the news. I'm surprised that they took it so well."
Motoko looks at him and a warm smile spreads across her face. He looks at her and blushes.
"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You have always found the best in any situation. That is also something that I have respected and cherished over the years."
"Well, uh, thanks Motoko-chan. I never knew you felt that way."
"I must make a confession to you. It may surprise you to know that I have respected you since we first met. Well, not quite the first time when you were with Hatani and Shirai, but almost. Even when I tried to force you out of Hinata-sou, you still risked yourself to save me from falling. I never told you how much that act touched me."
He scratches his head as he remembers.
"I couldn't let you fall, even if it would have secured my position as the manager. I was a bit surprised that you never demanded a rematch after you got over your cold. I kept looking over my shoulder expecting you to challenge me for weeks. That is, when you weren't attacking me for falling on Shinobu-chan; or walking in on Kitsune-san in the laundry room; or seeing Narusegawa changing when I popped up through the hole; or when Su-chan chased me into your room while you were wearing only a towel; or when I ran outside and saw all of you in the hot spring; or . . ."
"I believe I understand what you are getting at. You did not give me much opportunity for a proper challenge. I was much too occupied protecting the other residents."
There is a knock at the door and Motoko's mother pokes her head inside.
"I am terribly sorry to bother you so soon after we returned, but could I borrow Keitaro-san for a few minutes? There is a problem with the plumbing and I thought with his experience we could save time not calling for a professional."
Keitaro looks at Motoko and nods his head. He rises to his feet and walks to the door.
"I'd be glad to help. We always had plumbing problems with the hot spring at Hinata-sou, so I guess I'm pretty good with that kind of repair."
"Thank you Keitaro-san. You are very kind to help us."
"Where is the problem, Aoyama-san?"
The door slides closed as she answers.
"One of the female trainees' showers has a leak. They reported it to me as soon as we returned. Motoko-chan also trains them not to waste any resources. She is a very thrifty young woman. An excellent choice for a man on a budget."
Motoko smiles at the closed door, pleased at the compliment paid to her by Aoyama. As she quietly sips her tea, she pauses. The glass slides out of her hands and spills out on the table as she leaps to her feet.
"Spirits! Urashima and a female's shower! The Fates will not be able to resist such an opportunity! I must rescue him before anything happens!"
Motoko flings open the door and rushes into the hallway. Looking left and right, she cannot spot her mother or Keitaro.
"Which shower did they go to? There are three training halls."
She thinks for a moment.
"Training hall three's shower had a plumbing problem a few years ago and it is possible that is where they are heading. Spirits please let my guess be correct!"
Running like the wind, she dashes to the left and around the corner to training hall three.
In training hall two, Aoyama shows Keitaro to the shower and returns to her office. Keitaro, using the tools they picked up along the way, begins his repair work. The faucet of one of the showers is leaking badly, a steady stream of water spurting from a pinhole-sized leak.
"This should be easy to fix. The gasket inside seems to be worn. If I take it out and turn it around, it should last for a while longer. Now, where's the shut off for the water?"
He looks around, tracing the pipes until he spots a shut-off valve. For some strange reason, it is located on a pipe running along the ceiling of the shower room above some lockers. Using a chair, he scrambles on top and scoots along on his back until he is under the valve. After a few moments wrestling with the old valve, he succeeds in shutting the water off and lowers himself to the floor.
Pulling a wrench from the tool bag, he spins it like a pistol and smiles at the faucet.
"I forgot how much I enjoyed fixing things. I don't get the chance to work on plumbing much while digging up artifacts."
In less than a minute, he pulls the faucet apart and reverses the gasket. After tightening the fixture with the wrench, he spins the handle, satisfied at the feel of the valve.
"That should do it. Now, let's turn the water back on and check it out."
Back on top of the lockers, Keitaro grabs the handle to turn the valve open. Try as he might, it refuses to move. Not wasting any effort, he pulls the wrench from his pocket and attaches it to the valve. After a few moments, he stops pulling and reveres the wrench. Spinning around, he places his foot against the wrench and shoves. It moves slightly, so he grabs the pipe with his hands to brace himself and kicks the wrench. The valve spins under his assault, causing the pipe to flex and buckle. As it returns to its position, the pipe pins his fingers and left foot against ceiling.
"Shoot! I hate it when this happens. Luckily, I'm not a Hinata-sou. If I were, the girls would be walking in right about now."
The door to the shower room slides open and Reiko, Mitsuki and Yuki enter followed by the other girls of training hall two. They move to the lockers and begin to remove their training uniforms. Reiko looks at Mitsuki.
"Did you here that Master Motoko returned today? She came back with Urashima-san and six other women. I heard that they are the people from Hinata-sou!"
"Did you see the tanned woman with the white hair? I wonder where she came from."
Yuki ties her hair up and turns to them.
"How about that woman carrying the watermelon? Did you see the size of her breasts? I'm so jealous! I wish that I could be like her!"
Mitsuki scowls at her.
"That goes to show how stupid you are. Just think about the back problems that she must have carrying those things around!"
She pulls her shirt off and poses.
"Small ones are much better! They're easier to bind so that you can train without them getting in the way!"
Yuki pokes her with her elbow.
"You're just saying that because you know you'll always be small! Now, Reiko-chan is another story. She is already bigger than you are. I bet she'll be as big as the melon-woman in a few years!"
Reiko blushes and pulls her towel tighter.
"Stop talking like that!
Yuki pulls the towel and sends Reiko spinning.
"Aw, you're so cute when you blush! Don't you wish Urashima-san could see you now?"
Her statement starts conversations throughout the shower room.
"What do you think he likes better, showers or baths?"
"I'd like to wash his back! He's so dreamy!"
"Do they make bra-pads that are water-proof?"
"Reiko-chan is so lucky! I bet she'll get to wash his back while he's here!"
"Yeah, she probably will. But I know a really good way to make bubbles!"
"I saw Yuki-san keeping that piece of lemon that hit him under her pillow."
"Eww! That's gross!"
"Well, you are only twelve. You wouldn't know about these woman things yet."
"I'm twelve and a half!"
"Just be happy that you're not an old-maid like Mitsuki!"
"Who's an old-maid? I'll get you for that!"
"Give me my towel back!"
"Only if you admit that small is better!"
"Ha! I've got your towel now! Take that!"
"Ow! I'll get you for that! Stop running and face me like a man!"
"Yeah right! Like you could even catch a man!"
"Oh! You are in trouble now!"
"I really envy Reiko-san! She's such a lucky . . ."
"Shh! Did you just hear someone say Gack?"
The door slides open and Motoko enters the room. The girls pull their towels on and look at her.
"Excuse me, but was there a plumbing problem in here?"
Reiko points to the shower.
"Yes Master Motoko. It is over here, but it's not leaking anymore."
"Did, did anyone see Urashima? My mother asked him to repair it for us."
Reiko looks around and the other girls shake their heads.
"No, he hasn't been here. But, how did the leak stop?"
Motoko sighs in relief.
"He must have completed the work already. He is quite skilled in plumbing repair."
She looks around the room and moves to one of the lockers.
"If you do not mind, I shall join you. I must clean up before dinner."
Yuki nods her head.
"That would be wonderful! You can use my extra towel!"
"Thank you Yamamoto-san."
Motoko removes her gi and hangs it in the locker. As she ties her hair back, she notices a few drops of blood dripping down the side of the locker. She closes her eyes.
"Oh spirits! Please do not let me see what I know is above me."
She takes a few steps back and slowly raises her head. Keitaro, his glasses fogged over and blood dripping from his nostrils, is still trapped by the pipe. Motoko smiles at the scene for a moment, enjoying the memories it brings back. A sudden scream causes her to turn around. Reiko, her towel around her feet, holds one hand to her mouth and points the other up at Keitaro.
"A, A, A PEEPING TOM! A PERVERT!"
Keitaro turns his head and sees all the girls looking up at him. Half of them reach for towels while the other half reach for their training swords. He tries to cover his eyes with his arm.
"Oh heck!"
Motoko covers her face with one hand and shakes her head.
"Spirits, how could the Fates do this to him time after time?"
In quick succession, four attacks hurls towards Keitaro from the young women.
"SHINMEI SCHOOL SECRET ARTS! AIR SPLITTING SWORD!"
"SHINMEI SCHOOL SECRET ARTS! ROCK SPLITTING SWORD!"
"SHINMEI SCHOOL SECRET ARTS! ROCK SPLITTING SWORD!"
"SHINMEI SCHOOL SECRET ARTS! WALL BREAKING SWORD!"
Keitaro looks up.
"That's a new one!"
Half an hour later, in Motoko's room, Keitaro opens his eyes. Motoko's face slowly comes into focus above his.
"I'm alive? Or am I in Heaven?"
Motoko brushes her fingers along his cheek.
"How do you feel?"
He lowers his head back into her lap.
"It's kind of strange. It's like one of your attacks with a touch of Shinobu's frying pan thrown in. What was that wall breaking thing?"
"Oh, just something I thought up. This is the first class that I have taught it to."
Keitaro smiles at her.
"Motoko-chan, do me a favor."
"What is it, Keitaro?"
"Warn me if you ever use that one on me. It's quite, different. How did you ever think of it?"
She smiles as she leans over and kisses him.
"From you. The way that you can destroy walls when you are hurled through them was a great inspiration."
He laughs slightly.
"Well, it's nice to know that something educational came from it."
Motoko blushes and looks at him.
"There is something else that I wish you to teach me."
"What's that?"
She opens her robe and leans over him.
"In the barrel, you did something quite, uh, interesting with your lips. Could you show that to me again, Keitaro?"
Blood gushes from his nostrils as her breasts slowly lower towards him.
"I don't know why, but I never get used to this!"
Motoko breathes quicker as he kisses her skin. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her all the way towards him. The door slides open and Tsuruko looks inside.
"Dinner is ready if you . . . Oh! Excuse m-me!"
She quickly slides the door closed and quietly walks back down the hallway. Aoyama meets her as she passes by her room.
"Did you tell Motoko-chan and Keitaro-san that dinner is prepared?"
"Uh, they are having, a little snack right now mother."
"Oh, I hope that they will not spoil their appetite!"
"I do not think that either one of them is concerned about food at the moment."
Aoyama looks at her for a few moments and then smiles. She turns and quickly walks down the hallway.
"Mother, what are you doing?"
"I am going to take a little peek, what else?"
Tsuruko leaps over and grabs her arm.
"MOTHER!"
As Tsuruko drags her towards the dining room, Aoyama waves her arms.
"It is not fair! You had the opportunity to peek! Why cannot I?"
"Mother please, you are embarrassing me."
"I am hungry too!"
"You shall eat dinner like the rest of us. And nothing else!"
"That is not fair!"
"Mother!"
End of Chapter Eleven.
Fanfic by Steven Biggs
Chapter Eleven – Welcome Back
Friday Noon
Seeing no reason to continue hiding out at the cabin, Motoko convinces Keitaro and the others to return to the Shinmei School. As they close the door to the cabin, Su pulls out her cell phone and calls Emma to let her know that everyone is okay. Naru stares at her.
"Why didn't you tell us that you had a cell phone? We could have called for help any time!"
Su places the phone back into her pocket and scratches her head.
"Well ya know that's impossible! I don't know the number for the snow rescue squad!"
"You could always call 1-1-9!"
"Why would I want to call nine dogs? We aint in the Swiss Alps, ya know!"
AN: 1-1-9 is used in Japan like 9-1-1 is used in America. A Japanese person saying 'one-one-nine' may make it sound like 'wan-wan-nine'. Wan-wan is how some Japanese kids say 'bow-wow'. So, Su confuses '1-1-9' and thinks Naru is telling her to call nine dogs.
"No! One-one-nine! Emergency services!"
Su scratches her head and then pulls out a notepad and pencil.
"Note to self; ya can call 1-1-9 for more than asking about the price of bananas."
Kitsune places her hand on Su's shoulder.
"Ya'll mean that they will tell you that kind of stuff?"
Su shakes her head.
"Not at first. But they eventually figured it was easier to have the info ready for me when I called."
A few hours later, the group enters the grounds of the Shinmei School. Motoko shows the Hinata-sou residents to some empty rooms and points out the other facilities. After announcing that dinner will be served in the dining room at nightfall, she and Keitaro sit at her kotatsu table and drink some tea. Motoko looks at him.
"I am sorry that things did not go as we planned. It seems that we attracted more unwanted company by leaving."
Keitaro smiles at her.
"At least we had enough time to find out how we both felt. I don't know if we would have gotten the chance otherwise. Also, they saved us the trouble of figuring out how to break the news. I'm surprised that they took it so well."
Motoko looks at him and a warm smile spreads across her face. He looks at her and blushes.
"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You have always found the best in any situation. That is also something that I have respected and cherished over the years."
"Well, uh, thanks Motoko-chan. I never knew you felt that way."
"I must make a confession to you. It may surprise you to know that I have respected you since we first met. Well, not quite the first time when you were with Hatani and Shirai, but almost. Even when I tried to force you out of Hinata-sou, you still risked yourself to save me from falling. I never told you how much that act touched me."
He scratches his head as he remembers.
"I couldn't let you fall, even if it would have secured my position as the manager. I was a bit surprised that you never demanded a rematch after you got over your cold. I kept looking over my shoulder expecting you to challenge me for weeks. That is, when you weren't attacking me for falling on Shinobu-chan; or walking in on Kitsune-san in the laundry room; or seeing Narusegawa changing when I popped up through the hole; or when Su-chan chased me into your room while you were wearing only a towel; or when I ran outside and saw all of you in the hot spring; or . . ."
"I believe I understand what you are getting at. You did not give me much opportunity for a proper challenge. I was much too occupied protecting the other residents."
There is a knock at the door and Motoko's mother pokes her head inside.
"I am terribly sorry to bother you so soon after we returned, but could I borrow Keitaro-san for a few minutes? There is a problem with the plumbing and I thought with his experience we could save time not calling for a professional."
Keitaro looks at Motoko and nods his head. He rises to his feet and walks to the door.
"I'd be glad to help. We always had plumbing problems with the hot spring at Hinata-sou, so I guess I'm pretty good with that kind of repair."
"Thank you Keitaro-san. You are very kind to help us."
"Where is the problem, Aoyama-san?"
The door slides closed as she answers.
"One of the female trainees' showers has a leak. They reported it to me as soon as we returned. Motoko-chan also trains them not to waste any resources. She is a very thrifty young woman. An excellent choice for a man on a budget."
Motoko smiles at the closed door, pleased at the compliment paid to her by Aoyama. As she quietly sips her tea, she pauses. The glass slides out of her hands and spills out on the table as she leaps to her feet.
"Spirits! Urashima and a female's shower! The Fates will not be able to resist such an opportunity! I must rescue him before anything happens!"
Motoko flings open the door and rushes into the hallway. Looking left and right, she cannot spot her mother or Keitaro.
"Which shower did they go to? There are three training halls."
She thinks for a moment.
"Training hall three's shower had a plumbing problem a few years ago and it is possible that is where they are heading. Spirits please let my guess be correct!"
Running like the wind, she dashes to the left and around the corner to training hall three.
In training hall two, Aoyama shows Keitaro to the shower and returns to her office. Keitaro, using the tools they picked up along the way, begins his repair work. The faucet of one of the showers is leaking badly, a steady stream of water spurting from a pinhole-sized leak.
"This should be easy to fix. The gasket inside seems to be worn. If I take it out and turn it around, it should last for a while longer. Now, where's the shut off for the water?"
He looks around, tracing the pipes until he spots a shut-off valve. For some strange reason, it is located on a pipe running along the ceiling of the shower room above some lockers. Using a chair, he scrambles on top and scoots along on his back until he is under the valve. After a few moments wrestling with the old valve, he succeeds in shutting the water off and lowers himself to the floor.
Pulling a wrench from the tool bag, he spins it like a pistol and smiles at the faucet.
"I forgot how much I enjoyed fixing things. I don't get the chance to work on plumbing much while digging up artifacts."
In less than a minute, he pulls the faucet apart and reverses the gasket. After tightening the fixture with the wrench, he spins the handle, satisfied at the feel of the valve.
"That should do it. Now, let's turn the water back on and check it out."
Back on top of the lockers, Keitaro grabs the handle to turn the valve open. Try as he might, it refuses to move. Not wasting any effort, he pulls the wrench from his pocket and attaches it to the valve. After a few moments, he stops pulling and reveres the wrench. Spinning around, he places his foot against the wrench and shoves. It moves slightly, so he grabs the pipe with his hands to brace himself and kicks the wrench. The valve spins under his assault, causing the pipe to flex and buckle. As it returns to its position, the pipe pins his fingers and left foot against ceiling.
"Shoot! I hate it when this happens. Luckily, I'm not a Hinata-sou. If I were, the girls would be walking in right about now."
The door to the shower room slides open and Reiko, Mitsuki and Yuki enter followed by the other girls of training hall two. They move to the lockers and begin to remove their training uniforms. Reiko looks at Mitsuki.
"Did you here that Master Motoko returned today? She came back with Urashima-san and six other women. I heard that they are the people from Hinata-sou!"
"Did you see the tanned woman with the white hair? I wonder where she came from."
Yuki ties her hair up and turns to them.
"How about that woman carrying the watermelon? Did you see the size of her breasts? I'm so jealous! I wish that I could be like her!"
Mitsuki scowls at her.
"That goes to show how stupid you are. Just think about the back problems that she must have carrying those things around!"
She pulls her shirt off and poses.
"Small ones are much better! They're easier to bind so that you can train without them getting in the way!"
Yuki pokes her with her elbow.
"You're just saying that because you know you'll always be small! Now, Reiko-chan is another story. She is already bigger than you are. I bet she'll be as big as the melon-woman in a few years!"
Reiko blushes and pulls her towel tighter.
"Stop talking like that!
Yuki pulls the towel and sends Reiko spinning.
"Aw, you're so cute when you blush! Don't you wish Urashima-san could see you now?"
Her statement starts conversations throughout the shower room.
"What do you think he likes better, showers or baths?"
"I'd like to wash his back! He's so dreamy!"
"Do they make bra-pads that are water-proof?"
"Reiko-chan is so lucky! I bet she'll get to wash his back while he's here!"
"Yeah, she probably will. But I know a really good way to make bubbles!"
"I saw Yuki-san keeping that piece of lemon that hit him under her pillow."
"Eww! That's gross!"
"Well, you are only twelve. You wouldn't know about these woman things yet."
"I'm twelve and a half!"
"Just be happy that you're not an old-maid like Mitsuki!"
"Who's an old-maid? I'll get you for that!"
"Give me my towel back!"
"Only if you admit that small is better!"
"Ha! I've got your towel now! Take that!"
"Ow! I'll get you for that! Stop running and face me like a man!"
"Yeah right! Like you could even catch a man!"
"Oh! You are in trouble now!"
"I really envy Reiko-san! She's such a lucky . . ."
"Shh! Did you just hear someone say Gack?"
The door slides open and Motoko enters the room. The girls pull their towels on and look at her.
"Excuse me, but was there a plumbing problem in here?"
Reiko points to the shower.
"Yes Master Motoko. It is over here, but it's not leaking anymore."
"Did, did anyone see Urashima? My mother asked him to repair it for us."
Reiko looks around and the other girls shake their heads.
"No, he hasn't been here. But, how did the leak stop?"
Motoko sighs in relief.
"He must have completed the work already. He is quite skilled in plumbing repair."
She looks around the room and moves to one of the lockers.
"If you do not mind, I shall join you. I must clean up before dinner."
Yuki nods her head.
"That would be wonderful! You can use my extra towel!"
"Thank you Yamamoto-san."
Motoko removes her gi and hangs it in the locker. As she ties her hair back, she notices a few drops of blood dripping down the side of the locker. She closes her eyes.
"Oh spirits! Please do not let me see what I know is above me."
She takes a few steps back and slowly raises her head. Keitaro, his glasses fogged over and blood dripping from his nostrils, is still trapped by the pipe. Motoko smiles at the scene for a moment, enjoying the memories it brings back. A sudden scream causes her to turn around. Reiko, her towel around her feet, holds one hand to her mouth and points the other up at Keitaro.
"A, A, A PEEPING TOM! A PERVERT!"
Keitaro turns his head and sees all the girls looking up at him. Half of them reach for towels while the other half reach for their training swords. He tries to cover his eyes with his arm.
"Oh heck!"
Motoko covers her face with one hand and shakes her head.
"Spirits, how could the Fates do this to him time after time?"
In quick succession, four attacks hurls towards Keitaro from the young women.
"SHINMEI SCHOOL SECRET ARTS! AIR SPLITTING SWORD!"
"SHINMEI SCHOOL SECRET ARTS! ROCK SPLITTING SWORD!"
"SHINMEI SCHOOL SECRET ARTS! ROCK SPLITTING SWORD!"
"SHINMEI SCHOOL SECRET ARTS! WALL BREAKING SWORD!"
Keitaro looks up.
"That's a new one!"
Half an hour later, in Motoko's room, Keitaro opens his eyes. Motoko's face slowly comes into focus above his.
"I'm alive? Or am I in Heaven?"
Motoko brushes her fingers along his cheek.
"How do you feel?"
He lowers his head back into her lap.
"It's kind of strange. It's like one of your attacks with a touch of Shinobu's frying pan thrown in. What was that wall breaking thing?"
"Oh, just something I thought up. This is the first class that I have taught it to."
Keitaro smiles at her.
"Motoko-chan, do me a favor."
"What is it, Keitaro?"
"Warn me if you ever use that one on me. It's quite, different. How did you ever think of it?"
She smiles as she leans over and kisses him.
"From you. The way that you can destroy walls when you are hurled through them was a great inspiration."
He laughs slightly.
"Well, it's nice to know that something educational came from it."
Motoko blushes and looks at him.
"There is something else that I wish you to teach me."
"What's that?"
She opens her robe and leans over him.
"In the barrel, you did something quite, uh, interesting with your lips. Could you show that to me again, Keitaro?"
Blood gushes from his nostrils as her breasts slowly lower towards him.
"I don't know why, but I never get used to this!"
Motoko breathes quicker as he kisses her skin. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her all the way towards him. The door slides open and Tsuruko looks inside.
"Dinner is ready if you . . . Oh! Excuse m-me!"
She quickly slides the door closed and quietly walks back down the hallway. Aoyama meets her as she passes by her room.
"Did you tell Motoko-chan and Keitaro-san that dinner is prepared?"
"Uh, they are having, a little snack right now mother."
"Oh, I hope that they will not spoil their appetite!"
"I do not think that either one of them is concerned about food at the moment."
Aoyama looks at her for a few moments and then smiles. She turns and quickly walks down the hallway.
"Mother, what are you doing?"
"I am going to take a little peek, what else?"
Tsuruko leaps over and grabs her arm.
"MOTHER!"
As Tsuruko drags her towards the dining room, Aoyama waves her arms.
"It is not fair! You had the opportunity to peek! Why cannot I?"
"Mother please, you are embarrassing me."
"I am hungry too!"
"You shall eat dinner like the rest of us. And nothing else!"
"That is not fair!"
"Mother!"
End of Chapter Eleven.
