A curse was let out as a hot egg was removed from a basket. Cracked, peeled, and split. Set in two bowls.

—

“Watch it!”

He glared, it was clearly the other’s fault. His mouth opened before a hand went in front of him. 

“We’re sorry, Tribune bless you.”

A hand on the shoulder turned him around quickly.

“Let me -”

—

 “Piss it.” He slammed the crate down on the wagon, the donkey brayed.

“This is less than we got last month.”

“Stop rolling your sleeves up.”

“I’m just going to talk to him.” 

 “I’ll talk to him, you sit.”

—

Cups chimed as they came together, quickly emptied and thudded on the table. The next pour mostly made it in. 

—

A hand on the shoulder nudged him, he opened his eyes.

 “Haven’t we left yet?”

 “We’re back.”

Rubbing his eyes, he took a second look.

 “Sorry, you said you wanted to talk on the way back.”

 “Just help me carry these up.”

—

With a last slurp, the bowl was set down on the table, the spoon jittering inside. 

Eyes met.

A smile.

—

 “Oh fuck, shit.” He grabbed the table tighter.

A bowl clanked on the ground.

Noise made up for the missing conversation.