Napoleon made his next choice with mental apologies to his Aunt Amy. While she adored farci poitevin, he had never been able to bring himself to taste it - the appearance reminded him too much of what he had shoveled out of the stables as a teenager.
After the greenish-brown mound was brought to the table with thin slices of crusty bread, Illya smeared a generous helping on a slice before offering the bread to April. Realizing that he was finally going to have to eat some, Napoleon could swear he could hear the sound of Aunt Any's laughter,
