Napoleon

Ed sat down at the dinner table with his previous life's mother. A loaf of white bread and a bowl of soup were waiting for him. He happily dug into the meal, not even waiting for his mother to join him.

"So." His mother hesitantly spoke. "Your father and I have been discussing it, and we believe it's best to send you to school."

"School?" He looked up and nodded. "That's fine." His mother usually had the ultimate say in the home, so he knew there was no point in arguing.

"You'll be going to school on the mainland." She continued. "You'll need to learn French."

Ed's face grew dark upon hearing the additional details, but he kept his silence and simply nodded. The awkward silence carried over for the rest of the meal.

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