The Savory Legacy: Chapter Six

Days later, Holly joined her husband Almond in their final stage of life.

Their house complimented her outfit perfectly.

She wore slippers instead of high heels for the same reason she'd tied her hair back into a braid. She'd become a professional painter again, giving her even more reason to stay indoors.

Not to mention the fact that she was starting to go slightly senile - after registering in Town Hall, she was struck with a yearning to have her first child.

She seemed to have forgotten that she was well past childbearing age, and that her first child had recently had his first child.

While she looked after their granddaughter Milk, her husband became acquainted with what would soon become an invaluable family friend - the collection helper. The Savorys had almost everything they could want, but they still struggled to pay the bills.

Sage was yet unmarried and alone.

Her room had been converted into a warm, almost cozy laundry room.

Milk was only a few months old when Shannon found herself pregnant again.

Her husband had followed Holly in the self-employed route. The hospital was keeping him far too busy to get anywhere with his lifetime want.

Milk became an adorable toddler, with her father's blonde hair, and dark red eyes to match her sometimes finicky and disagreeable attitude.

That aside, she looked exactly like her mother, who taught her to speak, all the while hating her self-delegated task.

When she stopped, Milk went off into her own little world, humming to herself.

Shannon gave birth to twin boys right then and there - Bread and Eggs.

No one made a fuss over her this time. Almond and Holly were downstairs asleep, and Amaretto was absorbed in his chess match against himself.

That didn't stop him from helping to take care of them afterwards, though.

Eggs, though an even bigger pain than his sister, was happy enough when he received attention.

Everything was humming along nicely.

Shannon was tending the restored garden when she discovered that she was pregnant for the third and final time. There was no more room in the house.

Milk started school with a good, snarky sense of humor.

She only ever brought home someone named Summer Beaty.

She took to her role as oldest, helping with her brothers as best she could. Fortunately, she wasn't expected to change any diapers. That would have been a dealbreaker.

As she slept, her grandmother winded up the music box at her bedside and danced to the charming tune.

Her younger sister, French Toast, was born in the kitchen.

While Bread tasted Eggs's xylophone stick.

He was curious and experimenting, the next in the line of family geniuses.

And Milk preformed a few culinary experiments of her own.

Almond and Amaretto each helped to teach French Toast to walk. She was an insane and excitable baby, at times stumbling away from them into walls, or purposely tripping.

All the same, Daddy gave her a kiss goodnight.

Bread and Eggs, meanwhile, were now children as well.

Bread - adding eccentricity to his above-average intelligence - occupied his time on any one of the computers, playing chess.

Eggs was more of the artistic type.

When he wasn't painting, he was giving away vast amounts of the family's money to undermine the Underprivileged Llamas charity.

His older sister had become old enough to gain the effortless cooking skills that marked the rest of their family.

She adopted an elegant yet conservative look, her blonde hair tied back with a yellow clip, keeping it out of her face as she studied and memorized recipes.

And then put them into action.

She groaned as she did her homework, a reluctant audience to her younger sister's very much one-sided argument.

Everyone had a designated bed in the household. It's just that as of late, no one seemed to use them. Amaretto was asleep in Milk's room, so Milk was asleep in French Toast's room.

Meanwhile, Almond and Shannon routinely took turns bunking with Bread.