Honey
Cora walked quietly down the stairs into the kitchen, stepping as lightly as she possibly could.
She crept towards the pantry, switching the light on. Eyes half shut, she felt around for what she was looking for.
"Aha!" She whisper-exclaimed, snatching the jar and bringing it to the island.
Using a towel, she opened the lid. She stepped over to a drawer and grasped a spoon. After dipping it into the jar, she brought it up to her mouth and hoped the honey would coat her mouth and soothe her sore throat.
"Yuck!" She shrieked, the spoon clanging to the floor.
"M'lady?" Baxter's sleep-ridden voice startled Cora in the darkness.
"Oh- Baxter! I'm sorry- I didn't mean to wake you."
"No, no… it's all right. I came to get something to help my throat."
Cora chuckled. "So did I, but it seems I've grabbed the wrong jar!" She switched the pantry light back on, squinting to read the label. "Well, that explains the awful taste."
Baxter came forward, seeing the food. "Marmite. Oh my… let me find the honey." She went and retrieved the right jar. "Here." She grabbed two spoons and handed one to her ladyship.
Cora gratefully accepted it and took a spoonful, happy to have the relief.
Both stood in silence as they let the honey coat their sore throats.
"Thank you for rescuing me, Baxter. It would have been quite terrible to go back to bed with the taste of marmite on my tongue." She grinned.
"Of course, M'lady. I would hate for that to happen."