Orb's Year 905
Orb's Year 906
Amy leaned back and smiled. They had just taste-tested her newest cake recipe. "Yes, it was, wasn't it? You're going to have to learn to bake it, girl. Repeat the recipe back to me," Amy demanded.
Debbie rolled her eyes. "I haven't learned it yet! I will, though!"
Amy swatted at her daughter. "I work my fingers to the bone to learn new recipes and you can't even be bothered to learn it to give my poor fingers a break! Get off with you! Go on!" Amy shooed her ungrateful daughter out the door.
Daughters, she thought bitterly.
Orb's Year 907
Orb's Year 908
And he wasn't bad looking, either...