What's for Dinner?...

"Smells good."

Braeden grabbed the lid and peeked into the pot. A delicious vegetable buzzard stew was cooking.

"Ow!" Saavi smacked Braeden's hand off of the lid.

"Don't you have any manners, how can you invite yourself to our dinner? and even lift the lid!" Saavi had her hands on her hips while she criticizes Braeden for his actions.

"Did you just smack my hand? My hand... General Gilwenys' hand!?" Braeden stood up from his seat on the log.

"Yes. You touch my pot, I'll smack your hand!"

Braeden turned to confront Saavi face to face. Raising an eyebrow, he reached out his hand slowly and touched the lid's handle again.

*Smack!*

Saavi had raised her hand just as slowly as he had done and slaps his hand away.

Braeden tries three more times to open the lid, but it all results in Saavi slapping his hand away.

*Smack*...*Smack*....*Smack!*

"Woman!" Braeden bellowed, he couldn't believe this young maid has the nerve to hit his hand away.