Let's Work Together, Kid

The morning sun was sharp, and the air smelled of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat as we made our way into the bustling market square. Leonard and June were practically bouncing with excitement, their cloaks flapping behind them as they darted between stalls like little whirlwinds. I trailed behind with Abraham, who, as always, maintained an unflappable air of calm, despite the chaos the children threatened to unleash.

"Slow down," I called, not that they'd listen. Leonard had already made a beeline for a sweets vendor, and June was gawking at a stall selling colorful trinkets. I shook my head, my lips twitching into a reluctant smile. So much energy this early in the morning. I'd kill for even half of it.

"Milady, it's a weekly tradition for them," Abraham said, his tone laced with amusement. "They've become quite adept at keeping it from their father."

"That's an understatement," I muttered. "You'd think they were training for espionage."