Another very short chapter today. I suppose it's just a bit of filler, but we see what Tybalt's eccentric mum likes to cook every Saturday...
"Good morning!" announced Mercutio, arriving in the dining room "What's for eats?"
Romeo and Benvolio sat opposite Lady Capulet, and Mercutio dumped himself down in Lord Capulet's chair at the top of the table. She looked nervously at them all. Mercutio wondered if she'd tell them off (or rather, him) for being in Lord Capulet's chair, but he decided that if she did, he didn't care, and she just ignored him anyway, apart from answering his question.
"Whatever you fancy ordering"
"That's strange. We normally just eat what gets chucked at us. Or if we don't like it, we have to make it ourselves" said Romeo.
"Well, in that case, I'll have...Sausage Surprise"
Romeo and Benvolio laughed, but Lady Capulet looked at Mercutio.
"You won't be saying that this evening"
"How come?"
"We're going to Regina's for dinner. We always go to Regina's for dinner on a Saturday. And she always cooks the same old thing, unless Tybalt bails us out with a takeaway. But...Tybalt's not here"
"We don't actually have to eat it, do we?" asked Mercutio, starting to feel rather icky.
"It's called dinner for a reason, Mercutio"
The three boys had turned white. Everybody had heard of 'Sausage Surprise' Tybalt had a huge crowd of mates, and Regina took great delight in inviting them around for dinner. Rumours went around the neighbourhood about how disgusting it was, and Tybalt didn't help the situation by mouthing off about it to anyone who'd care to listen.
"Well...I'll have toast" declared Benvolio.