Wot, Nott, Kakuri and the HU BA HOU: The Fabled Crest just look at it! The pattern does not even match up, in places. Look, at this blue swirl, it should finish here, but it does not – it simply continues. It’s the same over here with this green one, then here and again over here. I feel this means something…but I can’t put my finger on it - it’s driving me bananas, Wot!” Despite thinking his friend was acting quite strange – even for him, Wot smiled. Changing the subject, he asked, “Are you coming downstairs for breakfast?” “No, I think I will give it a miss, cereal that tastes of sawdust isn’t very appealing two days in a row.” “It’s not sawdust, I mean cereal. It’s a wonderful fry-up. I can smell it from here! There are sausages, fried-eggs, puddings, rashers and even mushrooms! If you’re not going to get some, I certainly am.” Having said that, he exited the room. Wot’s description of breakfast puzzled Nott no end, because on the previous morning all that he had been able to find was a lone box of cereal that was definitely beyond its sell by date. However, if it was true – the fry up, where had all the ingredients come from? At that point, the wonderful aroma of fried bread wafted past Nott’s nostrils. Curiosity getting the better of him, he stood up, settled his suit, straightened his tie and then opened the door, following the aroma. Descending the stairs, Nott found himself caught, captured by the food’s alluring spell.
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