Pitou gently blew at her steaming drink before lightly sipping at the hot liquid. She intently listened to what kalluto told her.

Barbie land? Like..the little plastic woman? She asked. Doesn’t sound like where I would expect one to go sailing. Was everything all plastic and fake?

She set her cup down and lifted her fork beside her plate, easily cutting into the eggs Benedict. The golden runny yolk, spreading along the dish.