Joanna’s shout echoed along the dungeon hallway. “I mean I don’t like them!” Ethan shouted back. Even from the other end of the hall Toby could hear the teasing in his master’s voice. He sent Tom a wary sideways glance and picked up his pace. “Well pears is what you’re going to eat or you’ll eat nothing at all!” Joanna snapped back. Toby and Tom rounded the corner into the tiny room in time to watch Joanna plunk a plate full of sliced pears with a bowl of some sort of sauce on the table next to Ethan’s chair. Ethan sat with his bandaged foot up on a padded stool, a grin on his face. Joanna raged on. “You don’t know the trouble I had to go through to get some of that carob sauce for you, you ungrateful wastrel!” “That’s My Lord Ungrateful Wastrel to you!” Toby groaned. Joanna huffed in frustration. She noticed Tom and Toby and jerked away from the table and Ethan. “Thank God in heaven above you’re back!” “Hello, Joanna,” Tom mumbled. Toby stepped over to kiss his sister’s cheeks.
