said Sarah as she joined Finn at their usual table. “Morning,” replied Finn through a mouth full of food. She was just about to sit down when a flying spoonful of porridge splattered over one side of Finn’s face. Sarah leapt back to her feat, outraged and trying to find the culprit. Two boys sitting a table over were giggling and smiling smugly. “You idiots. You absolute idiots. What the hell did you do that for?” demanded Sarah, enraged. She grabbed her spoon and loaded it up with as much porridge as she could before thinking better of it and grabbed the whole bowl. She was just positioning herself for maximum aim when Finn reached out a hand and tugged her back into her seat. He wiped most of the porridge off his face and wiped his hands clean on his pants. “Calm down, psycho, it’s just porridge. Five minutes ago it was a fork. This is definitely an improvement.” “What? What happened? Why are they throwing stuff at you?” Finn grimaced. “I had a little meeting last night with the King.
