“I must have been terribly good in a past life to deserve all this,” I said to the Sage as he brought in a pot of coffee and a mug, after having cooked and served my dinner to me an hour and a half ago.
“Past life, heh heh,” he chuckled.
“Or a present life, maybe?” I added hopefully.
“Present life, that’s it. I’ll go and get another log to put on the fire,” he said.
No fashionable angst here. And it’s not all one-sided, I am very good to the Sage too. Why, only today, I … um … I – oh yes, I congratulated him on cleverly helping a friend to open a cabinet with the key missing, and I found out why the side door was sticking (no, that was genuinely deductive, he couldn’t do it) and I gave Tilly her breakfast.
That’s about it. I think he’s about due for more cake.