14th of September, Saturday:
Lucian roused from slumber rather late, silently longing for the existence of modern medicine. After a brisk visit to the bathroom, he swapped out his attire.
"Good morning, though it seems to have drifted into the afternoon," Henry quipped.
A soft chuckle escaped Victoria.
"Morning," Lucian replied, joining them at the table.
"Three cups of coffee, please," he requested from the servant.
Henry's brows furrowed in concern. "Isn't that a bit excessive?"
"It is, but I need it," Lucian confessed.
"If you're hungry, there are leftovers in the icebox," Victoria offered.
"Alright."
This day weighed on Lucian with an unusual fatigue. The coffee was delivered promptly, and he downed all three cups with haste.
He excused himself to the bathroom, returning after a mere ten minutes to the sound of laughter.
"I did warn you about the coffee," Henry reminded him.
