The smell of breakfast cooking filled the kitchen and slowly spread through the house. Turtles for Auntie Whispers were boiling over the fire, while Lorna's croissants were busy baking.
From outside, birds sang merrily to one another. Lorna couldn't help but whistle along.
"Lorna, is that you?" Auntie Whispers called as she moved downstairs.
"Who else would it be?" Lorna walked to the stairs, greeting her aunt with a smile.
"That breakfast smells heavenly." Her aunt smiled. "Freshly cooked turtles are wonderful. You didn't have to make those."
"I know," Lorna replied. "I just had some time on my hands."