Lena hoped that her gasp of incredulous was soft, easily ignored, but she wouldn’t be too surprised if both heads turned toward. Kiki Curren did not just drop the food her husband slaved over onto the floor right in front of him. Nope. She did not. Lena was of the mind that the woman’s behavior was fine because it was directed at her. She could bear it. Her fault for not having splenda. Her fault for not having scones coming out of her ears. Her fault for letting her stay in the first place. But Lena didn’t appreciate this insult to her husband, and was on her feet before Peter could comment about it.
“Oh, Ki.” Her voice was lightly laced with disapproval but this was a tone she was sure Kiki could remember. “We don’t feed from the ta—plates. It can’t be too good for his little stomach.” She gently picked up Quincey, who proceed to whine now that she was taking him from his breakfast surprise. She picked up the offending egg on her floor and kept it from his mouth. “I do believe I might have some treats in the hall closet.” They were meant to go to Cain and Abel upstairs but at least they would be used now instead of languishing on the shelf. “I think that should tide him until you can get him some of his dog food.” Yes, until Kiki got him some dog food. “No need to share the lovely breakfast Peter made for you,” she she sweetly called out over her shoulder as she and Quincey went down the hall. As she passed the kitchen she threw the dirty piece of food into the trashcan.