Vincent looks at himself, and the state of his clothes. It was true. Any fool could recognize his likeness to mother's own vestments. He winces slightly as Lord Hrimhari drives in the point that Moira and Danielle are not to visit him.
He manages to put a smile back in place as the girls sit next to him, eagerly awaiting the food. Mother always favored lighter, more complex fare, so hearty meals like this were a rarity.
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