The idea of The Butler wearing a napkin while blowing The Boy made me giggle uncontrollably so I kept it in. I’m experimenting with prose to start the stories off (and become a blurb for the print magazines), so here we go:

Candles lit, fire stoked and table set for the formal evening meal, the dining room looks resplendent and ready for a hoard of guests to descend and devour the feast. 

But there are only three guests at this meal and one is currently being consumed himself. The sturdy chair The Boy has been strapped to rocks as he struggles, trying to get closer to where The Butler is teasingly tasting him, under the watchful eye of Sir. 

Unfortunately for them both, it’s up to Sir to decide what’s on the menu tonight, and he knows that food tastes better to men who are starving for it.