Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon, it belongs to Christopher Paolini.

Brom sighed; he was absolutely starving but Selena was taking forever to make those waffles and they smelt so good. The worst part was that no-one else was awake to distract him from the food except Morzan but he had gone to Tescos to buy cigarettes to burn in front of Murtagh and Eragon.

Aha! Brom thought. I'll 'accidentally' wake up Eragon. That boy always has questions to ask.

So he ran up the stairs as fast as possible for a man of his age, making as much noise possible. Grabbing the clean clothes Selena had left outside the door for her sons, who were forced to share a room; he banged the door as he entered.

Now how to get Eragon up in a very inconspicuous way?

He dropped the clothes over Eragon's feet. The rider didn't even stir. Brom coughed. Nope, no joy. He whacked the lamp off the bedside table, watching with an evil grin plastered to his face as the heavy lamp rebounded off the ex-farm boy's skull. Still no joy. Brom gave an exasperated sigh.

Meanwhile, Durza had woken and now stood behind Selena. All was silent apart from the gentle sizzle of the cooking waffles.

"Are they ready yet?" Durza asked.

Selena smiled. "No, not yet, Durza."

"Oh… Are they ready now?"

"No."

"Are they ready now?"

"No"

"Are they nearly ready now?"

"Durza!"

Durza's bottom lip trembled. "But I asked if they were nearly ready?"

"You've a while to wait yet Durza."

"…Oh…" A cunning plot formed in Durza's mind. "Selena, Eragon and Arya are doing it upstairs and Murtagh's swearing at Brom!"

"I will go and check." Selena replied, understanding about Durza's super-human hearing. "Now, you must not touch those waffles, OK?"

"Yes Selena." Durza answered in a sickly sweet voice.

He waited until Selena's footfalls had faded, then took a burning hot waffle, devouring it slowly until…

"DURZA!" Selena snapped. "THAT'S IT, YOUNG MAN. GO TO THE NAUGHTY CORNER!"

"Awwwwwww." Durza said, watching his feet all the way over to the corner of the kitchen that had been dubbed the 'naughty corner'.

Brom had even tried yelling and pouring water over Eragon but neither he nor Murtagh had woken. He was about to give up when…

Sniff.

He gave Eragon a funny look.

Sniff… Sniff…. The Boy suddenly shot out of bed yelling: "WAFFLES! I SMELL WAFFLES! Yay!"

He charged past Brom, surprisingly not falling down the stairs with the speed he had travelled down them. Brom shared a puzzled look with Murtagh, who had woken with Eragon's yelling.

Murtagh climbed out bed then shrugged. "I think the waffles are ready." He stated.

"Uh, yeah…" Brom confirmed. "Let's get our share before Galbatorix eats them all."

A/N: a bit short but the next one will be longer – and funnier. Promise.

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