"Sami was such a doll. Even as Marie Antoinette." He eeped when he was goosed and laughed softly, before holding out a spoon for Soren to taste the broth. "Whenever those onions are ready, Henn, just toss them in the stock, then we can put Soren to work." He decided that the perfect job for Soren was to line the top of the soup bowls with the croutons, because it required no heat and no magic, and deft fingers.