Clara chuckles at the girl. “Yes, a mother is always busy.” She smiles to Emma. “That sounds great and if you ever need help don’t hesitate to wake me.”“Perfect! This truly is a great surprise, Emma.” Clara sits at the table and starts putting on her butter and syrup. She smiles over to the girl. “I may just get you to make breakfast every morning.” She winks, teasing the child.Clara smiles and grabs some forks for them. “Syrup, please. It should be in the lower cabinet. The butter’s in the fridge.” She takes the silverware to the table.
7. Dancing at home
The spirit did a twirl around her living room. Clara secretly loved to dance. It had always been a passion of hers, but she often kept it hidden, fearing others would laugh. She did a few more moves before stopping with wide eyes, seeing the little girl. “E-Emma…?”
"It was supposed to be a surprise firstly.." she pouted, waiting for the pancake to be ready. Who knew she would be discovered so fast.
"And secondly, I just wanted to thank you guys for being with me, for all those times. Including this one too!" Emma grinned, and turned her head to face Clara. "And it was finally time to have a treat! At least a proper meal once a while!"
Clara gives a soft chuckle and pours some batter into the pan for Emma. “Well, I was certainly surprised to see a little girl up so early in the morning.”
The time spirit gives a smile to her. “It’s no problem, sweetie. Father and I love helping you out. You’re practically part of are little family.” She starts to clean up a bit.
A small smile crept into her face.
She giggled to herself, flipping the pancakes. She even started humming to a song. How she remembered it, she wasn’t sure.
"Done! It’s ready!" she carried the plate of freshly made pancakes carefully, bringing it to the table. "Breakfast is served!"
Clara finishes cleaning up everything. She looks over to Emma and grins. “Oh! Those look delicious!” She grabs to plates and goes to sit down. “I’m afraid Father is back at his clock tower, but after we eat we can bring some to him.”
"Oh, ok then…" Emma sat down opposite to Clara. She was hoping that Father Time could join them. No matter, they would give the breakfast to him later.
"Syrup or jam? You’ll need butter right?"
Emma does her job, grabbing the bottle of syrup and butter. She places them on the table and gives out the pancakes, placing them on the silverware. “Done! Now, we can eat!”
"Oh really?" Emma grinned playfully. "But I’ll have to wake up pretty early everyday… Wow, now I can understand the feelings of a mom in the morning. That’s hard already." She playfully tapped her feet. "Maybe once in a while."
"Okay! I will." Emma savoured her breakfast, tasting the sweetness of the pancakes bathed in syrup. Thank you Canada.
She suddenly stopped her chewing, her world seemed to pause when she remembered about it. “Clara ! The ball!”