Ozlo keeps reading his book and if the boost in mental capacities had any effect, he certainly didn't notice it. When he heard a shout from downstairs. "OZLO, DINNER!"

"Coming Master Burgin!" Ozlo rushed down the stairs, doing his best to avoid tripping and eventually came to the table.

Doling out a generous portion of stew into a bowl and providing a hard, yet edible roll, Burgin said. "Here lad, eat up."

"Stew, and is that... That's meat. Was there always meat, or did I just not notice before? In fact, how could I not notice the onions... I used to hate those when Mother Patricia made me peel them. She said that they we-" Ozlo's thoughts are interrupted by Burgin.

"OZLO. Hello."

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"Huh? Yes Master Burgin." Ozlo responds.

Giving Ozlo a piercing glance Burgin rubs his chin and states. "That's the first time I've ever seen you with more than a single thought in your head boy. That card seems to be working wonders."

"Yes Mast-"

Burgin interrupted Ozlo once again. "Bah. Just eat, no need to stand on formalities at the dinner table. We aren't nobles, and we certainly aren't high society. So eat."

Saying that, Burgin grabs a big hunk of bread, liberally applies butter to one side, and plops it Ozlo's bowl.

"Yes M-" Ozlo started to say.

Interrupting him, Burgin said. "At the dinner table, I'm Burgin. Just Burgin."

"Yes... Just Burgin."

A slow grin starts to form on Burgins face evolving slowly into a chuckle. "Ha... HA... That's the first joke I've heard you make my boy."

"Joke?" Ozlo asked quizzically.

Burgin coughs awkwardly, stymying his laughter. "HAh... Ahem. Burgin, call me Burgin."

"Yes Burgin." Ozlo replied.

"Great... Now enjoy the meal." Burgin said before turning around and heading into the shop.