Edith watched him, not touching her own slice of cake. "Do you like it, pet?" she asked gently.
"A penny at Christmas?" she asked with a raised brow. He was happy about that? "A young boy should get at least ten pennies at Christmas, Nils," she said before reaching into the silk bag she was carrying. She pulled out her hand and placed a handful of pennies on the table near his plate. "There, that's better. Isn't it?"