Napoleon was not happy. His newest suit, tailored to him not even two months ago, was not fitting well and, after studying himself in the mirror, he switched to an older suit, feeling great sympathy for April.

He knew only part of it was their diet of the past month. The rest of it was the enforced inactivity while he was healing. The areas where he had stitches prevented him from doing any sort of decent workout, but unless he wanted to be out of commission even longer, he had to be patient and wait until his stitches came out.