Third Person's POV
Seraphina stepped aside to let Mortimer in, only then noticing the sleek, high-end insulated lunchbox in his hand.
Mortimer held it out to her. "You haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? I brought you something."
Seraphina froze for a second. After a brief hesitation, she reached out and took it. "Thanks."
She walked over to the dining table, sat down, and popped the lid. Inside was a freshly made, gourmet sandwich.
She had seen Mortimer in the kitchen recently and had actually tasted his cooking a few times; this was definitely his handiwork.
Meanwhile, Mortimer walked straight over to the fluffy dog bed, dropping into a half-squat to greet the puppy. "Dash. I'm here."
Hearing Mortimer refer to himself as just "I"—instead of throwing around his usual high-and-might
