He jogged up the path to the back of the house and opened the door to the kitchen; Actor, apron tied around his waist, was inside at the large stove and turned when he came in. "You look very domestic," he said with a chuckle.

Actor smiled. "The double-breasted jacket is in the laundry, and I could not find the togue, so technically I am afraid I am incorrectly dressed to do this." He indicated the pans on the stove behind him with a tip of his head. "But it is only eggs and some of the Army's detestable dried potatoes."

"Real eggs?"

"From Winifred's flock, yes." Actor eyed the Lieutenant's sweat-stained shirt and muddied fatigue trousers. An accounting of the Warden's activities had been passed down through the men as they rotated in and out, the Italian con man knew he'd been running since he got back to the estate. "I will set this aside while you go up for a shower." When Garrison started to protest, and knowing that the argument would be that he didn't need anything, the con man cut him off. "You are certainly not allowed at the table in that condition, and eggs enough for three are already in the bowl. Winifred would be disappointed if we allowed them to go to waste so, as Goniff is currently unavailable, I am afraid the responsibility for eating them falls on your shoulders."

The Warden laughed and started up the stairs, "I wasn't going to argue with you," he told his second.

"Of course you weren't."

Turning back Actor surveyed his supplies, his mouth tighten as he considered the boxed offering the Army referred to as potatoes. He reached out and lifted the carton up between his thumb and forefinger. Holding it out at nearly arms-length he returned it to the pantry; placing it in the darkest corner of the upper shelf. Things were greening up in the gardens, surely he could do better than this. In fact he thought he'd seen some bluebells down near the stream. He seemed to recall hearing about wild onions and garlic being found growing in similar condition.

"Chief! I require your assistance, please."