"Sorry. Sorry. What would you like? Some fruit? Pastry?" Jon asked, flustered. He gestured at the table and I took a deep breath. "Just the croissant, please." I murmured. Jon put some on a small plate and set it in front of me. Silently, I began to eat, nibbling the flaky pastry as gently as I could. Jon began to eat some pancakes and gulp down some coffee. "Well, isn't this awkward." Patrick said, finally breaking the silence. I blushed to my roots and I could see that some color had flooded Jon's cheeks as well. He clenched his fork and looked at his brother murderously. "Patrick!" The King admonished. Patrick looked down ruefully. "How else are we gonna get them to start talking? Besides, I'd like to get to know my new sister." Patrick said, winking at me. I giggled softly at his antic
