Micheline knew exactly when the wolf passed over the boundary of MacNamara property; the spirits of the land ringing a cacophony of concern. A wry smile blossomed on stern lips as she prepared a second breakfast for their guest. Everything that the elder witch had gleaned from her grandson, and from Kenna herself, told Micheline that Lucas Danvers wouldn't ignore her message; she just expected him to be a bit more stubborn and show up last minute in an attempt to show the witch that he wasn't beholden to her. The young man's impatience was quite clear in the way he rapped against the door; the sound carrying through the silent house.
Tambra also heard the sound and stopped chewing her mouthful of sweet bread to ask, "Who is that?"
"Don't speak with your mouth full, Tambra."
The tween made a face and proceeded to quickly consume the rest of her bite. She was just about to make a remark when Audrey, their housekeeper, led the arrival into the kitchen. The young witch was adjusting to the tension that surrounded the newcomer when he commented that her Grandmere had summoned him. So he was the mysterious guest!
"We generally great each other differently first thing in the morning, Mr. Danvers, " Micheline replied as she finished off her sweet and savory concoction with a sprinkle of powdered sugar. Turning, she took in the wolf, and wasn't surprised by what she saw. His countenance was hard: guarded, but with the slightest glimmer of curiosity. "Good Morning, Lucas. Thank you for coming at my request." She sat the plate down as a look of annoyance flit across the young man's face.
Motioning toward the stool next to her grand-daughter, the elder witch added, "Sit." The two adults stared at each other across the large island,and Micheline could tell her guest didn't wish to give an inch. "You must be hungry after such a long run." Confident that Lucas would eventually sit, the elder witch turned to retrieve utensils and a napkin and placed them appropriately before addressing the wolf again, "Please excuse me while I make myself presentable." Her eyes never left the leaf green ones that continued to watch her. "Tambra will happily retrieve anything else you may want...once she closes her mouth and comes back to herself." True enough, the young girl was watching their guest with stars in her eyes. With a nod, the older woman made her way out of the kitchen without another word, but with a little tug at the child's hair as she passed.
The tug roused Tambra from whatever dreamlike state she'd concocted in her head. Suddenly the feeling in the room became very awkward; Luke giving the young girl side-eye and the girl sneaking glances at him as she chewed her lip and poked at the remainder of her breakfast. After a few more moments, Tambra swallowed and squeaked out, "She could tell you were hungry. She makes the bestest French Toast. Honestly."