"Be mindful of the reddish sausages," Carwyn said, hoping to keep the atmosphere from growing too heavy and pointing to the pile of sausages on one side of the platter that he'd just passed to Lord Liam. "They're very spicy if you enjoy that sort of thing. Otherwise, the brown ones have a good flavor but they won't leave you reaching for water the way the red ones will."
"What are those?" Liam asked, pointing with his fork at a basket full of some of the most delicate and artful pastries he'd ever seen before he started spearing the dark red sausages and piling them on his plate. "They look amazing."
"Master Georg has been sending a basket of pastries with our morning meal," Hugo said with a slightly guilty look. "I'm afraid I've already taken the onion tart today, and Sir Carwyn favors the dill scones, but the others are all just as good. There are even sweet ones stuffed with a fruity, creamy cheese and dusted with sugar," he added helpfully.
