Rupert dragged himself out of bed at what felt like the crack of dawn, but obviously wasn't since the sun was shining through the gap between his curtains, and onto the posters on his walls. Papa was already up and about, talking to the dogs in the kitchen it sounded like, and also frying bacon if the smell wafting up the stairs was anything to go by. Rupert dived into the bathroom for a very hasty shower, and an even hastier tidy of his hair, before presenting himself in the kitchen just as Papa was cramming the tops onto two very solid-looking bacon sandwiches.
"I thought you might need to build your strength up for your first morning at the stables." Papa set one of the sandwiches down on the kitchen table next to a large glass of milk, and carried the other around to the far side, where a mug of coffee was steaming gently. The dogs, thankfully, appeared to have been banished to the garden.
"Thanks." Rupert pulled his chair out from under the table, and nodded at the coffee. "Is there some of that for me?"
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