Dorcas & Sturgis
Dorcas kept hard to keep her smile up but eventually it just faded, and instead, she was giving Sturgis narrowed eyes, not exactly pleased on how the bloke seemed to be belittling her because of her age. Didn’t appreciate “kiddo” either. But she kept on nodding as she listened. She was told this already, so it had to be expected. As much as she didn’t want to keep standing there and listening, she was also told what to say when the right time came up.
“Understood, kiddo?”
“Yes, sir.”
The twitch was barely visible that for a moment Dorcas thought she imagined it. But there was a pause and a slight laugh. “Right, well. You’re new, so I’ll let that pass for this time, but just don’t call me sir. You bake anything?”
“I bake cookies.”
“That’s perfect.”
“Is that a requirement to being in the Order?”
“N—uh, yes, yes it is. Very important. You’ll find out why it’s required eventually. Got it?”