Valerion was sitting on his armchair at the far end of the table, reading a book. "Good morning, Adrien", he said. "How are you today?".

"I'm good, thank you". Adrien took his place on the armchair at the opposite end, and allowed himself to sink a bit in his seat. "And you?".

"Fine, thank you". Valerion put down his book on the table, then stretched his fingers. "What would you like for breakfast?".

"Could I have bread and jam?".

"Naturally. Still sour cherry?".

Adrien paused for an instant. "Could I ask what other types do you have?".

A facetious, irreverent smile appeared on Valerion's face. "Everything, except for apricot".

"Everything!", Adrien repeated, laughing. "Do you... do you have fig jam?".