Cuckoo~!
The crowing of the rooster set off the day, echoing throughout the village.
Francisca's eyes lit up.
She rolled around and sat up, tossing her head adjacent to her. Kieran, lying on the floor, was still asleep.
Francisca slipped out of bed and boiled water over the hearth. As the water began to simmer, she threw two fist-sized potatoes into the pot.
She squatted and waited for the potatoes to cook.
'Is it cooked yet?'
When she pushed with a ladle, it nudged in.
It was ready.
She scooped up the potatoes with a ladle and placed them in a bowl, then she tapped Kieran, who was still sleeping, with her foot.
There was not a hint of respect for the Hero in her behavior.
"Eat breakfast."
"…five minutes."
"No five minutes. If you don't wake up now, I know how to wake you up. Otherwise, you'll sleep away the whole morning."
"Oh really, a man can't even sleep."
Kieran scratched his head and stood up.
